Daring Delfina's Heart Novels & Stories

Cynthia cried when she saw Dolf raise one of his heavy paws high above Jarrett’s heart, and as he shoved it down, cracking Jarrett’s chest and tearing through his heart, “No!” Damien, who was once thrashing around, had gone still—silent, in fact. He looked minutes away from passing out. Cynthia’s screams grew louder by the second, but Dolf remained still, his paw still deep within Jarrett’s chest. “Say hi to Tristan for me when you get to hell,” Dolf said conclusively, still staring down at Jarrett’s bloodshot and wide eyes. With that, Dolf retracted his hand from Jarrett’s chest, ripping out his heart in the process.

Somehow, he can feel the pain of the wolf from his eyes. He takes the baby with him and asks his workers to leave the cabin as soon as possible. He can’t take risks for the men working with him. Delfina cries silently to see his baby getting away from her but that is the only way to keep him safe. She can’t reach the human land by herself so she handed the child to the humans. With a heavy heart, she leaves the place and wanders in the woods by accepting fate. The ground beneath her feet vibrates with the motion of running paws. It makes her alert of the approaching enemy; she makes herself prepare for the battle. The utter silence of the woods is signaling the storm of fire.

“Your hair’s longer. And… you’ve added a few more muscles.” He chuckled. “I don’t look half as good as you. Honestly, it’s good to see you well. My father and I feared how Dante might treat you in his… quest for revenge. But you look…” his eyes lingered briefly over my face, “…divine. I’m glad.” I reached for my wine, letting the glass cool my fingers. “Dante De Luca is dangerous,” I said quietly. “But somewhere inside all that darkness, there’s a heart that’s shown me mercy.”

He closed his eyes and cursed softly before for the second time that evening proceeding to count his numbers to avoid spotting a hard on for his mate that hated him to her bones. Slowly his harshed breathing calmed down and he slipped into sleep world. ***** Daphne’s POV I stirred with a smile plastered on my face… the thought that I had him as my driver was a sign that my plans were working. I needed to put them in a tight spot, I had the best dream of my life to back it up. They were all dressed in partially nothing and were crawling towards me…I shivered as the feeling of dominating these dominant and proud peacocks pleased me.

this. What could he even call it? A mistake of a mate? Dallan steeled himself and pushed the door open. All his anger flew out of the window. A beautiful young woman was curled at one corner of the cabin. Her knees almost touched her chest. Dallan could no longer see the tail that proved her mermaid status. All he saw was an extremely beautiful lady with olive skin smooth as ivory. When she looked up, he froze.

She shouldn't have turned around but her heart didn't obey her brain's commands. “Del,” answered Brisa also calling out the name of the person who called her earlier. "I didn't think we could meet again, here." Today Delmar took his mother for a health check-up. At first, Delmar hesitated, even though he recognized the back of the woman who was wearing a gray overall with a long white cardigan. The long brown hair was also very similar to that of the woman who had always been the owner of his heart. "Hi, Del."

I didn't want to leave Manhattan. But dead fathers don't leave you a choice. Eight months after dad died, Mom said we were moving to Madrid. “Better opportunities,” she said. “A fresh start.” What she didn't say was that it had something to do with his old college friend— the one who suddenly cared a lot about us now that Dad was gone. Mom said it was a fresh start. She said Madrid would be good for what she had with him. I didn't get a say. I packed my books and the last pieces of the life I had in New York. Said hurried goodbyes to my friends and boyfriend and followed her across an ocean. Now I was standing in a city that felt foreign to me. Surrounded by boxes a

Raising my hand, I shook my head. "I did not make any passes at her," I said jokingly, and we began to laugh. "Who are the new people with you?" I asked him, and he turned to look at how his prisoners were being handled. "The girl is free. Her name is Bianca Ash. A call girl from Dome. Please make sure she gets treated and then send her home." he said, and I raised my eyebrow a bit defensive for Tia's sake. Understanding what I meant, he shook his head immediately.

Maria tells them, but they ignore us. Delatto moves out of the corner and walks into the center of the mansion that has an open roof, and, from his camera, we can see a tall five-floor building surrounding him as he turns around. There are over 500 men mounted by the railings on each floor. Delatto spreads his hands wide as if offering himself as a sacrifice. "What is he doing?" I rise to my feet, bringing my face closer to the screen. Maria pulls me back to my seat, as if trying to warn me to stay put.

Seraphina's POV The mansion was quiet, too quiet. Like the whole bullet spraying did not just happen a few hours ago. However the air was heavy—thick with something unseen, carrying a certain energy. I was heading back to my room when I heard his voice. Rafael. I should’ve kept walking. I should’ve. But something about his tone made my steps halt. I leaned against the doorframe, careful to stay hidden. “…Dante already made his move. He must really love the girl.”