Delia Ketchum Hot Novels & Stories

With a deep breath, he turned back towards Delia, who stood several feet away, her eyes still filled with tears. “What’s going on?” Hugh! He was standing there with his hands on his hips and my mother behind him along with Alpha Arnie and Luna Isabella either side of him. “I just asked a question, what is going on?” I growled to Hugh and his eyes locked on mine. “Delia thinks that our brother is her mate but he already has a mate and a baby on the way. George wants to leave and Hallie is coming too.” Veronica explained with a shake of the head as she pointed to a very confused Delia. I noticed the surprise on Hugh’s face and remained silent to see what would happen next.

I glance over towards the dimly lit kitchen to see Delilah there, holding a mug. She’s in leggings and a long-sleeve college sweatshirt, looking like an angel with the halo of light surrounding her. “I thought you went to bed. I’ll leave it.” I step back and swallow the lump in my throat as she nods, moving to sit on the couch. “Is it caffeinated? I remember Kim avoided it when she was pregnant with Lola.” Delilah stares at me for a long moment as if she’s shocked I brought it up.

His voice sometimes visited me in dreams, low, commanding, and warm. But never his face. Why can’t I fucking remember his face? The door to my office slammed open, and Delia walked in. Since I came back, they act like everything is fine since they asked for forgiveness. I sighed and stared at her. She wore four-inch designer heels clacking against marble like a battle cry. “Boundaries are myths in my family,” I muttered. “Katia!” Delia sang, striding in like she owned the building. Her bright pink mini dress was weaponized femininity, and she somehow managed to look both ridiculously overdressed and effortlessly perfect. “Please tell me you’re coming to my engagement ceremony.”

It looks bad if they refused us. Delilah noticed us walk in and seated us right away. Pouring water for us.. she keeps up a cheerful dialogue.. always smiling. She is so beautiful.. her waist length curly dark brown hair and sky blue eyes.. she’s not short.. but she isn’t tall. Probably 5’5.. she’s wonderfully curvy.. in all the right places.. If there was ever a woman that would make me want to cheat on my mate.. it would most definitely be this one.

This time they were talking about a recently found and confirmed Alpha Queen in America, because one of the witches had been offered a bounty to hunt her down. The request had been denied for obvious reasons, and the group was told to be on the lookout for the location of a possible new Alpha Queen to offer support and protection if needed. The witches in the chat were all white, but one username that had responded had caught Guillermo's attention. Because it matched Delia's gaming handle. Exactly matched it. Now combined with the fact that she was spending a week with a demon; now Guillermo had suspicions about Melody's friend not being what she seemed. "You suspect Delia isn't as safe?" Al

Chloe’s eyes lit up, and she waved her arms happily. "Okay! Delia, I like you so much!" Cordelia’s heart melted at her smile, and her voice softened too. "I like you very much too." Chloe wrapped her arms around Cordelia’s neck, tilted her head, and thought for a moment. "Delia, I want to go look over there!" Cordelia carried her forward. Chloe curled up in her arms, her mouth never stopping for even a moment.

The moment she saw me, she stood up with a bright, overly sweet smile, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. "Rowan! I called Victoria this morning and she mentioned how hard you've been working. You really shouldn't isolate yourself so much. I brought you a gift from my recent trip to the Northern Territory Trade Hub!" Delilah pushed an ornate silver box across the glass table. Inside sat a crystal flask of rare moon-bloom nectar. I looked at the gift, then at Delilah's overly eager eyes, and pushed the box right back toward her. "I don't use territorial nectars, Delilah. What do you actually want?"

The safe house was a weathered farm in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, far from the chaos of New York and the glittering lies of Monaco. Fields of corn stretched out under a gray sky, broken only by a barn that looked like it had seen better decades and a main house with peeling white paint. Delia met them at the door, a retired FBI agent with steel-gray hair pulled into a tight bun and eyes that missed nothing. She was in her late fifties, built like someone who had spent decades chasing monsters and winning most of the time.

"Alright, don't mope. I'll bring you your favorite Black Forest cake tonight." "Yay! Thanks, Mom!" Delia chirped. Watching her daughter's mood flip so easily, Emerald smiled. Delia was still a child. She wondered if she'd ever grow up. Once Delia left, Emerald packed up her files and made a call to Filipe, instructing him to prepare the car. Then, she grabbed a few documents and left the house. … Back in her room, Delia called over one of the maids. "Go up to the attic and douse her with cold water. Let's see if that helps her remember her place."