Delia Novels & Stories

Riley asked, concern evident in her voice. Delia sighed, her mind momentarily clouded with worry. “No, I haven’t been followed,” she reassured her friend. “I just hope they didn’t trace your connection to me.” “I don’t think they did. Anyways tell me, how’s St. John?” Riley asked, her voice eager. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?” Delia’s smile widened as she thought about her island paradise. “Oh, Riley, it’s incredible,” she gushed. “The beaches are stunning, the weather is perfect, and the people are so friendly. It’s like living in a postcard.”

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

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

I was gonna take Raine, move somewhere new, start over. But then the malpractice mess happened. Delia picked up the paper, tracing my name. Tears hit the ink, smearing 'William Wright.' "You see, I still came back to find you," she said, smiling through the crying. "This time... I'm not looking for anyone else. Just you." Her face went pale. She swayed, clutching the windowsill. She looked toward the alley, sunlight catching her face. "Raine must still be mad at me, huh? When I see her, I'll say sorry. I'll buy her that strawberry cake she loved. She was always so sweet—she'll forgive me... she has to..."

“The sky just woke up.” Samuel looked at her. “Now what?” “Now,” she said, voice calm but electric, “we get into position and pray Tunde doesn’t try to improvise.” ……………. INT. CITADEL MINERAL OPERATIONS HQ – SURVEILLANCE BAY – NIGHT Rows of holographic monitors flicker in a cold, sterile room lit by harsh white LEDs. The Citadel emblem rotates slowly on the wall. The air buzzes with the hum of servers and data streams. A woman in a sleek dark uniform, OFFICER ADETAYO, leans over a projection table. Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays.

she supposed the gentleman to have written her down as some country tradesman's daughter from a Queen's square boarding school. Her old fashioned dress was to blame, and no doubt that abominable gig. She wished she did not blush so hotly, and said with as much scorn as she could throw into her voice, "even a dandy might remember the civility due to a gentlewoman. I shall not hit you". "I am disappointed", he said. "There is nothing for it but to do in search of your brother. Stand away, Harry". The tiger sprang back, and ran to scramble up on to his perch again. The curricle moved forward, and in another minute was bowling rapidly along the road toward Florence. "You may set me down at the

She enjoyed partying but the fact Suzie was a law major and she did work hard while school was in session, out of session was another story. "Ok so we have a busy night planned! We're starting with the Delta Pi party, word is they've got an actual band playing and oodles of liqour! Plus so far everyone I've talked to has already committed to being there tonight, so we start there and we'll see where the night takes us!" "I'm ready tonight Suze, Violet the party pooper is out for the summer, Vi is officially in the house!" The girls giggled all the way to the shared dorm that brought them together in the first place.

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

The curtain dividing the delivery room from where she sat opened and Ilena rushed out to her with a proud smile on her face, oblivious of the blood on her hands she clapped her hands together. “Come in my lady and see what good things the gods have done for Intavia.” Emilia followed her into the room that had its curtain drawn. It was a simple square room with a rough table at one side that held all the bowls of water and rags that were now stained red with blood. At the center was a table with straws on it and a white cloth covering it and on it was Delia with her legs apart while an elderly woman wiped her clean. In Delia’s ar

Helga opens the door of Amelia's room and sees her playing with her phone. "Madam Lia" She called. Amelia turned her head and saw Helga bowing to her. "Ah! There's no need to bow" Amelia says, feeling uncomfortable seeing someone much older bowing to her. Helga stopped and smiled, knowing how Amelia felt. "Ok, madam Lia" "Your dinner is ready" Helga added. Amelia quickly stood up, feeling excited to eat. She didn't get to eat lunch because she vomited so she was feeling really famished.