Delia Ketchum Hot Novels & Stories

It was Charlotte, my high school rival. "Hello, Katl Delia. Long time no see." Her smirk grew but that was the least bothering thing about her. The high school bîtch was pregnant and also had a ring on her finger. What happened to the lady that said she didn't have time for boys and always claimed to be a lèsbiàn?

Liam Anderson Reunited with Hometown Sweetheart. I look at Delilah cautiously. She appears to be seconds away from a meltdown. "Can't we just ignore it. Maybe it'll go away?" She suggests timidly. I can literally see the gears turning in Kelly's head as she's making the connections while she studies Delilah closely. "You look familiar Delilah. You wouldn't happen to be The Delilah Jones, would you? As in Andrew Jones's daughter, Quarterback for the Carolina Panthers?" Lilah only nods while rolling her bottom lip into her mouth. I'm momentarily distracted as I think about how sweet those lips taste.

Gemila furrowed her brows. “I don't." She replied immediately. Her smiles were gone now and she wore a serious face. “Are you Chloe Richardz?" She asked and Gemila frowned. How can someone who doesn't work here know her name? And how did she even know the road to the restroom? Something isn't right here. “I'm sorry who are you?" Gemila asked too with a serious face. It's now jokes apart. “I'm Delia, your kidnapper." The young lady replied and before Gemila could make out what the girl had said, she brought out a small can from underneath her sleeves and sprayed it on Gemila's face.

“So are you ready to go back now? I’d planned dinner, but there’s nobody to actually serve us in the rain. It’s getting pretty cold too, I know omegas are more prone to sickness.” “No…” Delilah hugged around herself, it was true. She’d caught flu and sometimes fever on multiply occasions from playing in the rain with Quinn…and right now, it was undeniably cold, but she wasn’t ready to leave yet. All of this would be gone tomorrow…she wanted to feel special for at least a couple more minutes. “I don’t want to, I’m not ready.” “You’re trembling, Delilah.” “I’m not.” “Why are you always so stubborn? I know you’re cold, Delilah.” She turned away from him, looking at the petals on the ground inst

James inquired once more. Delilah whispered, "This is so delicious." James pretended nothing was wrong so as not to spoil her own happiness. "May I eat it all?" Delilah asked, and James nodded. "Sure. It's for you," James replied. Delilah beamed with delight as she resumed slicing her pancakes. Delilah was eager to eat every last crumb of her pancakes, but James was determined to eat his own. James' phone rang and he saw a special message come in. James checked his phone. His gaze ascended to Delilah, who was still happily eating with a smile on her face. James stares at Delilah and pauses eating when he receives a notification from Dubrich's auction house regarding the current bid on a blon

“Is something wrong?” Delia scowled into the camera. “S has been all over my threads saying things about slaves, about humans, about wolves. S has seriously been pissing me off, if you want to know the truth. And now I find out S is Scott Cavendish. Do you know how many people I know hate his guts?” She broke off then and looked contrite. “No offense.” “What does that mean?” Zane asked, looking offended. I held up a hand. “Let me play ambassador here.”

The waitress soon returned with our orders and left after serving us. Taking a sip of the wine we’d ordered, I picked up my fork. “So, anything interesting happening on your end?” "As usual, it’s work,” Delia began, cutting into her medium-rare steak. “Grandma Charlotte has promised to invest.” "Oh wow, that's great,” I said, impressed. “Grandma Charlotte is just so good and kind.” "Yes. Especially since she wants to help me with capital to start my dream,” Natalie added warmly. "She's helping you start your own supermarket?"

No, I am sure they are this other guy’s family… not my Mac’s. I roll my eyes in disgust at myself. He’s not my Mac. Oh God. Concentrate, you fucking idiot. I keep going through the images until I get to the one I am looking for. The report. 1267 CCPick up 10thCoffee 1208HPick up after deliveryTea 1190IPick up 14thStatue 1211H Pick up 11thNA 1130CCNon disclosedBook 1140 DMDPick up after deliveryStatue 1289WPPADFlooring

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

With a gentle smile, Rachel stepped out and rushed over, concern etched on her face. “Delia, are you okay?” Rachel asked, enveloping her in a warm embrace. Delia melted into the hug, allowing the warmth of friendship to envelop her. “No, I’m not,” she admitted, feeling the tears threaten to spill again. “I just caught him cheating on me... in our bed.” Rachel’s expression hardened, anger flashing in her eyes. “That bastard. You deserve so much better, Dee.” “I thought I knew him. I thought we were happy,” Delia whispered, her voice trembling. “And now there’s a baby involved.”