Delia And Patsy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then I tossed the remains into the trash and wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. I stormed out of the room into Cassius's. As I pushed open the door, I was immediately met with the sight of him coming down the stairs. Delia was already seated on the sofa, curled up with her phone in hand, pretending she hadn’t just threatened my entire life. “I’ve missed you so much, Cassius…” she crooned, rising to her feet and walking toward him like some pathetic damsel. “I was so scared…” Her voice cracked—faux trembles. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I saw Jake stood by the office door, leaning on the door frame, watching her too… What the hell? He linked Fuck knows but I think we may be about to find out..I link back "Oh good morning Mr Robertson, so good of you to make yourself available” she says. What the hell?! He had made himself available to speak to her! Lilah turned round and smiled at me, then looked up to Jake and smiled at him too, putting the phone onto speaker phone so we could hear everything that was said. “Delilah Patterson? That wouldn’t be the Delilah Patterson from River Ash now would it?” he asks.

When Delia began to see black spots in her vision and could no longer understand the difference between life and death, Nerina opened her fingers again and Delia fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for the air that flooded into her lungs. Nerina spun, her nightdress moving in waves around her ankles, and walked over to Delia's shaking body. "Perhaps you prefer to die that way?" She chuckled when Delia couldn't answer. "I promise you, Delia, I will find more creative ways to take your life...eventually. Now get up and stop heaving and croaking like a frog." Just as Delia obeyed and pushed herself into her rubbery legs, Nezetta pushed the door open and walked in with a tray full of pastri

Fiona says, Delilah smirked and pecked Dimitri. "I have to get to work, Dimitri offered to take you home after he's done with his pancakes, be a good girl okay." Delilah picks her purse and exits the diner in disguise. "Look at you, thinking you've made it, I got to hand it to you Dimitri you and Delilah are made for each other.." Dimitri chuckles at Fiona's compliment, he places his palm under his chin flashing his delinquent smile. "Really ? What sparks that belief."

"I know that. Why did you take off?" "Because," I paused my lips. I didn't trust myself not to ravage you with that gleam in your eyes. "Because.... you know why, Dei," I groaned. She went back to her computer with a knowing smile on, not before placing her lip between her teeth. Torture. It was torture that it wasn't between my teeth her lip was. I groaned inwardly before we dived into work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deila's pov

” “His Majesty and his… new wife are certainly a mated pair yet you do not even seem to have a remotely similar interaction with my grandson.” ”Every mated pair must find their way,” Delia lifted a shoulder delicately. “We met at such an emotional time in my life and we have hardly had a moment’s reprieve since then. Our issues will work themselves out in time.” “Why then did he put you over here?” Delia frowned, “What makes you think that he put me over here and I did not request some distance?” Gavin frowned, “What do you mean?”

He and four other of our mutual friends were present together with their female escorts. "Dude, you have to stop calling me that." I punched his elbow the moment I got close. I shook each person seated around the drink-filled table before taking my seat beside Delia. She was rather reserved and didn't say a word to anyone. "Who's the hot chick, Levi?" Hudson asked while staring lustfully at Delia whose gaze was on the floor. "Eyes off my woman, you casanova. She's my fiancee. Now, look away." I covered his eyes but he removed my hands to get another good at Delia.

Sitting on the bed in disbelief, Patricia pressed a hand to her chest, unable to fathom what was happening. Could it be…? Frightened by the fleeting thought, she quickly cast aside this absurd idea. It was impossible; absolutely impossible, she couldn't have feelings for Martin again. Her heart had died five years ago; how could it beat for him once more? It was definitely a delusion. Too afraid to continue her thoughts, Patricia lay down, pulling the blanket over her head, forcing herself not to think any further... When Martin returned to the Thomas mansion, Debbie had already been tormented into unconsciousness, lying bare and broken on the cold floor, her body bearing no intact spot.

He responded firmly to the girl. The impostor was crippled. She wanted to cry, and she didn’t know what to do to keep the two apart. What she didn’t like was that the girl was obviously just playing drama and wanted to envy her. When the two entered the room, she angrily searched for Dalia. She catches up with her in the room and looks angry too. “Dalia, why did you let that woman get close to Dark?” “That brat, she doesn’t want to follow me anymore, and she wants her role in Dark’s life!” Patricia’s jaw was throbbing with anger.

Her mind was rummaging of a million reasons why Delia was in her house and everything she thought of connected to Jayden. "You must be wondering why I'm here." Delia voiced after studying the silent blonde lady whose expression sold away her thoughts. Maria gave out a stiff nod, with her hands placed on her knees. "Well, to see you obviously." Delia stated and released a breathe. "I'm going to forget about the fact that you lied to me about not having any relationship with my son." "Mrs Stanley, I really didn't lie to--" "Miss Patterson, I might be really friendly to you but I am not dumb. I also do not permit immoral acts when it comes to professionalism."