Daring Delfina's Heart Novels & Stories

They could only hope. I shifted, antsy. Desiree, ever the dramatic one, would prolong the suspense with a long speech before the grand finale. Perfect. More time for me to grab a drink and scout my next victim. Our eyes met, and I winked, a silent message passing between us. She gave a subtle nod, and I turned, heading for the bar.

My heart pounds in my chest when a woman’s silhouette reveals. “You’re finally awake, sweetheart. You must be hungry,” says the petite woman. She has the softest voice I’ve ever heard, but there is something in her voice that makes me shiver. “Where am I? Who are you?” I ask in a wary tone. “Our home. We’re finally together, Camila,” says the woman, takes a step inside, and closes the door behind her. The room goes black again. I freeze in my place as fear takes over me. I squirm, hugging myself tighter, lowering my face on my knees, and waiting for what comes next. My limbs shake the moment I sense her nearness.

Before I could even process what was happening, Domenico closed the distance between us again. Slowly. Deliberately. Terrifying. I stayed frozen on my knees as his bloodstained fingers gripped my chin and tilted my face upward until my eyes met his. A shudder crawled violently through me. Every single time this man got close, my body reacted in ways I hated. Heat. Cold. Fear. Something darker. It all crashed together until I couldn't tell which feeling was stronger anymore. "You've been a bad girl lately, Ladrita," he murmured.

my best friend Delaphine laughed at her action of frightening me. Her head lowered and her dark brown hair covered her face as she chuckled. "Why did you do that?" I asked her angrily as I bent down scraping the chicken feeding back into the bucket. "I saw you were lost thinking about who knows what and I just couldn't help myself frightening you," retorted Delaphine. "Well, you shouldn't have, your action could have given me a heart attack and I could have died," I got angry at her. "Well, luckily you didn't because it would be sad that both of us won't be able to put our names in the container today to find our partners."

"No way. The almighty Dante. I didn't know he had a son" "He just got back from his vacation to Vegas. That's the news. But we all know what went down was something different. He's here to complete his studies. He does modeling on the side because he's ridiculously good-looking... You follow" she asked, trying to drive her point across. It still doesn't explain her nastiness towards me but I'll wave it away since she won't be competing. "Well I'm not going to back out from a dare, my dear friend. I'll win that money, after that, I dump his ass and if Arielle still wants him, then she can have him". Arianna burst out laughing, almost choking on the Cheetos.

Danielle “I am here to see Alpha Andres. My name is Danielle Nolan.” I told the security guard who stopped me at the entrance of the Wildheart pack. Even the entrance looked intimidating as always. I won’t lie, at one point in my life, I dreamt of living in this pack as Andres’s mate. Back then, I had been so young and stupid that I believed that he would like me back, fall in love with me and we would live happily together forever.

Across from him, standing near the window,was Delphine,Ermanno’s runaway mother. Turning around at the sound of my footsteps, her lips immediately curving into a slow, pleased smile that made her eyes sparkle. “Ah, my dear dear Zelda” she purred, stepping toward me with the kind of grace that came naturally to women like her, dangerous women,women who had built empires on manipulation and blood. “Right on time.” I inclined my head, keeping my expression neutral. “Of course.” Delphine’s gaze lazily roamed my figure,sharp and calculating.She reached out, her fingers cold as they brushed against my jaw, tilting my face slightly.

Determined to get answers, Lucas stood up abruptly from the couch and made his way towards Camilla's bedroom. Lucas entered Camilla's room with a mix of determination and anxiety. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face. The sight of her crying pierced his heart, but he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. "Camilla," Lucas said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I need you to be honest with me. Are you and Dorian more than just friends?" Camilla looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before responding. "Lucas, I swear to you, Dori

Immediately, I hold onto her hand, stopping her from hurting herself even more. My heart was breaking into a million pieces seeing her like this. ‘Why can’t you just fall in love with me instead, Della? I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you more than anyone else in the world…’ I wanted to say that, but I could only hide my feelings. I am nothing but a secret admirer of her. A man who could only love her from afar. "Are you real?" she asked again in despair. A Lycan princess, heir of werewolf kingdom… Della Campbell. My heart and eyes couldn't handle how poorly she was being treated that even a lowly omega dared to insult her.

But not for long. The Black Axe must be backed by a powerful source that fuels their gruesome acts. Selling drugs and illegal firearms wasn’t enough for them. The entire time with Scar, my mind kept drifting back to my innocent lamb. She was in the den of thieves, dealers, and all sorts of evildoers, camouflaged as friends of the celebrant. A text pulled my attention to my phone, and my blood boiled at its content. "She is dancing with the boy you hate." It was from Diego.