Delia Novels & Stories

Delia calls over her shoulder. “Red,” Emma says, laughing, following after her. “Definitely red.” At 7:45, Delia is sitting on her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces herself to stop. She has got to calm down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug it for the calm it will give her.

When the man left, Estella looked at Delia pleadingly, hoping she would take pity on her "Ma'am Delia, I beg you. Let me go here.. I promise I won't tell anyone about what happened. Please, let me go." Delia aggressively approached Estella and grabbed her by the head, her fingers intertwined in her hair as if holding a disobedient pet. "I'm truly sorry, Estella. But as they say, it's just money. I hope you can understand, because I know that's how you are, right?" She said devilishly. "Kill her! Don't let me know that you are too lenient with just one woman!" "Wait a minute, ma'am

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He picked up his phone and made his first call. “Hi, Noah,” he answered the phone. “Hey, Fred, I need a favor, two actually,” Noah said. “I’m listening,” Fred said. “I need everything you can find on two people, like us, so you’ll have to dig deep,” Noah said to him. “Sure, give me the names,” Fred said. “Josephine Clark or Jennings, it’s Jennings now and Alex Jennings,” Noah said. “He’s an Alpha in White Sulphur Springs.”

"Let him notice. Delia, listen to me carefully. Walk out of the front door and get in a taxi and come to the Voss estate. Do not tell him where you are going and do not look back." A long pause. Then she said, "Okay." The line went quiet. I held the phone and waited and counted the seconds until a message came through. I am in a taxi. I am coming. I exhaled. Delia arrived forty minutes later, still in her house clothes, with nothing but her phone and the look of someone who had just done the most frightening thing of their life and was not entirely sure yet if it had been the right call. Vivienne met her at the door.

It was a small, private affair with only the inner circle, Matteo, and the few soldiers who were more like family. Matteo stood at the altar as the best man, looking uncharacteristically nervous as he adjusted his suit. Then, the music started. It was a slow, haunting melody played on a cello. Delia appeared at the top of the stone stairs. She was wearing a gown of ivory silk that seemed to catch the sunlight, making her glow. She walked toward the altar barefoot, her toes brushing against the warm stone. She had refused to wear heels ever since the night in the woods, and Leandro thought she looked perfect.

The delicious aroma of freshly baked cakes and croosaints along with strong coffee hit Delia. “I would like some jam tarts and two big slices of chocolate cake please.” Delia pointed at the things she had chosen while the lady expertly bagged them up for her. Delia paid and left the shop, looking both ways she crossed the road and got back into her car. Checking her phone she saw she had no messages or missed calls from her husband, assuming he must be busy with his next meeting, she smiled to herself. She was going to surprise him tonight with a meal and the news of becoming parents. She knew how

Agatha asked, yelling. “You said she’s your goddaughter. It’s such a shame if you don’t help her at all,” Delia responded while moving forward. “What will she think if she remembered everything and realized that her only godmother did nothing but watched her suffer?” She lifted her hands in an attempt to grab Latina who had been surrounded by fire.

, Dawn remarked “fancy doing it again sometime?” “Oh, no”, Lena answered “I’m one and done. I just want to focus on graduating this summer”. “Well, the offer will always be open to you if you ever change your mind”, Dawn said. She would much rather have Lena by her side then her half-brothers any day of the week. “You know what I do fancy?” Lena asked “a pizza. I’m starving”. “You know, what? Me too!” Dawn grinned at her “and I’m buying”. “Fine with me”, Lena agreed.

Mrs Macaulay says with a smile. "Mum, don't use that adage please. You just want me to keep shut. Ana isn't a bad person. She is actually nice!" Trisha says. "Trisha, you are keeping your guest waiting!" Mrs Macaulay says with a satisfactory look on her face. _______________________________🖊 Dinner is been served in the Wachukwu's household. Everyone seems to be present except Alexandra. They were having boiled yam and egg sauce with fresh orange juice.

asked Helena as she crouched down. “It's okay, I just lost my friend. I just miss Winky, Master.” Delia looked up and saw a strange face she had never known. She wiped her tears and looked at Helena from top to bottom. “A-Are you a teacher at my school?” asked Delia doubtfully; she had never seen Helena's face before. “No, I'm not the teacher here. I'm from Castile La Mancha. By the way, who did you say earlier? Winky? Is he a little boy who is the same height as you and has a sharp chin, white skin and brown eyes?” Helena asked.