Delia Novels & Stories

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

“I should never have left Chloe and Grace.” “Why did you?” Delia asked, and I looked back into her curious eyes. I dug into my purse for my phone. I tapped the screen and brought up the video. “I thought Zane was in trouble.” Delia nodded. “They caught me using a deepfake too. I was at the store, working the register, and I got a call I thought was from my mother. When I went outside, they grabbed me.” “How long ago was that?” I asked.

I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name. _______ "You went out?" Chynna says, her eyes reading into me. I have been ignoring her calls for days now, but Dee called last night, and I promised, so here I am. "Yes, to a resturant and Hyde Park." I say, sounding smug. "Very impressive, Viola." She says, and I nod, despite knowing that it wasn't. "How did it feel?" She asks, with arched eyebrows. "Amazing." I say, then cut her off when she wants to speak.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Emilia unrolled her mat directly beside Delilah's, close enough that their elbows would definitely touch during yoga. The younger woman’s expression remained neutral as she continued scrolling. Emilia arranged her water bottle, her towel, and her phone, taking her sweet time. Then she turned to Delilah with a bright smile. "Hi!" Delilah looked up from her phone, and amusement flickered across her face. Then she smiled back. "Hi, Mrs. Romano.” "Is it... Dania?" Emilia’s smile was tight and forced as she waited a beat, staring dead into Delilah's eyes as she ruined her name. "Remind me what your name was again."

The doubts gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts. Just as I was sinking deeper into my worries, I felt a familiar energy envelop me. This time, it wasn’t just a presence, it was a voice, clear and resonant. “You have uncovered one truth, Delilah. Do not hesitate to seek out the rest. But be cautious. The next three months will be critical. You are carrying your first child. She will be named Delula, after your ancestor. It means ‘Savior.’”

Delia’s is a famous restaurant chain in Berkeley. When I left Delia’s, my hands were full of bags of food. I placed my purchases on the back passenger seat of my car before resuming my drive to one of my apartments. With the food bags covering my face, I knocked on the door. It opened to reveal a smiling four-year-old girl. My heart skipped a beat. Her smile was a breath of sunshine and her voice when she called out my name brought peace to my restless heart.