Daring Delfina's Heart Novels & Stories

His finger's lightly and softly tracing the dried tears on her cheeks, he wondered who would hurt an innocent creature to this extent. A beautiful Angel yearning for death. Anger rushing through his veins at the highest speed, he held her hand lightly and something happened. Hope flashed in his eyes " where is Fernando, I need him here in 20 minutes or else count him dead?" He roared catching Davin off guard. For once in a life time Marco Di Martino cared for some one more than he ever cared for Adriana.

Falcone, this is unexpected, I said, keeping my tone even. Is it? Words travel fast, even across water, he said, his eyes moving from mine and settling on Aurora with some unreadable interest. And apparently the gossip wasn't wrong. Is this her? The girl who made you soft, something that hasn’t happened to Dante de Luca in decades? Aurora moved behind me, her heart beating so hard I could hear the rhythm. I didn’t know you were the type that kept up with rumors, Falcone, I replied flatly.

she fearfully responded, clamping her quivering lips together. "Cover your ears and show us your back," Harida ordered. Though uneasy, a choiceless Delphina obeyed and gazed at the jagged cave walls while internally praying to the goddess to protect her. With the elf turned away from them, Harida and her lover began smooching until their actions led to him lying on the ground while she positioned herself above him, swirling her perky backside on his erection. With each rise and fall of her backside, there were audible squelches and wet smacking sounds.

“I don’t need your—” I almost swallowed my tongue when he launched towards me, gripping my shoulders to keep me still…and silent. “Dalia, listen to me. Devon. Is. Dangerous. Stay away from him. He’s seeking some sort of information he thinks you might have. And if he can’t get it, he’ll resort to extensive measures. That’s how he works. But I’m going to find out what the hell it is before he gets it.” The harsh, cold demeanor he wore had me fearful. Fear. An emotion I almost never employ. “Are you going to hurt me?”

"And he ruined my leather. Disgusting." Eltonia, who had been refilling wine glasses at the far end of the table, dropped her pitcher. She rushed to the boy and knelt beside him. "Dav!" she whispered, checking his ribs. He was crying and gasping for air. "It's okay. Breathe." She looked up. And for the first time in her life, she forgot her place. She forgot she was an Omega. She forgot she was a servant. She looked directly at Philia.

Elena’s ears burned as she heard the deep, enticing tone in Dolphus’s voice. She exhaled a gentle response. "Alright..." Perhaps it was the excitement of two hearts finally aligning on the same journey. Or maybe it was just Dolphus’s presence enveloping her like a powerful alpha energy. Dolphus took Elena back to her apartment. He held her hand firmly throughout the journey, his fingers encircling hers as if he worried she would disappear if he released her.

And as the thought formed, an idea hit me. A risky one. A dangerous one. But one that might tell me exactly what the Morettis wanted. I set my glass down and turned to Marcus. “I’m bringing Valentina.” He blinked. “To the summit?” I nodded, looking around. “They don’t know what she knows. They don’t even know why she’s still alive.” A slow smirk spread across my face. “Let them wonder.” Marcus didn’t look convinced. “That’s a hell of a gamble.” “Everything about this business is a gamble.”

He can't be that good Hearted Animal that bows his head in from of a Freaking Human. Much to his Surprise and Shock, Darcy wasn't going to whip her like the way he has expected her to do. Instead she took a knife into her hands making Susparia shiver in Fear. Darcy Heated up the knife a little and before she could say or do anything, Darcy kept it on her clit making her shout in pain while Xavier flinched at the sound the hot knife made once it touched her clit. He knows that it is one of the smooth organ and it would have hurted her more than anything. Darcy laughed at her Pain.

“Now that might be useful.” He typed for a moment, then turned the screen toward me. “This is one of the aliases she’s been using. Daria Nox.” “Where was she last seen?” “Gala in Milan. Two days before the hit.” “She’s moving fast.” He nodded. “And she’s wearing our signature.” “What?” He zoomed in on a still shot of Alyssa—lips painted red, hair darker now, but unmistakably her. Around her neck? A pendant. The Colbert family crest.

Cain glanced at me but quickly looked away in guilt as he tore my clothes open. I couldn't help flushing as I felt the coolness of my chest. Before embarrassment sank in, however, I watched as he drew out a small dagger. The pheromones in the air seemed to vaporize as my smile stiffened, and sweat started trickling down my brow. I was all too familiar with that dagger—it pierced my chest nine times before, extracting my precious heartblood. I grabbed Cain's hand and tried to push myself up right then, but couldn't find the strength.