Delia Owens Books Romane & Geschichten

She stopped off in the kitchens for a snack and skipped back to the parlor where Helena waited, ready to try again. Helena watched Delia enter and pick up the book to balance on her head. She wasn’t sure what had inspired Delia to change her attitude, but something in her churned with anxiety. From what she had observed, Delia was not the type to suddenly change her tune about anything. There was something sly and devious about her that she’d only seen in Olivia. Maybe the adage about men marrying their mothers was true.

Ty looks up at me, "That's my cue man. She has a friend in there if you want to join." "Maybe some other time, Hotshot." I spot Delilah exiting the school through the back doors, probably to read on the quad for her study hall. "Later." I nod at Ty who glances around before slipping into the closet. Quickly walking down the hall I follow Dels out onto the greenspace where she's posted up on a bench, book in hand. "What are you reading?" I ask sitting down as close to her as possible without actually touching her. She sighs putting her bookmark between the pages and turning to face me. "Why? Have you suddenly taken up reading?"

One of them called, I turned. "The books you requested are on top of your bed." Delilah said. "Thanks, Delilah." I mumbled before walking away. Miss Elena sounds much better, ah. I sat on the cushion in the room, flipping into the pages of 'The Tale of two cities.' It was the first edition and I was astonished at how the first could be found here. I also noticed that all the five books she brought were of the first edition of each one of them. I was still reading 'The death riders' when I found myself dozing off.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

Ed corrected her, pointing out the book he was reading. "Pfft! Who are you trying to fool?" Delia chuckled. "What are you reading? I noticed you haven't turned a page in ten minutes. Your eyes are busy looking over there." Delia pointed her thumb at Ruby, who was now tidying up some tables with other employees. After the lunch rush, the cashier was empty. Ruby bustling around was certainly a more captivating sight than the book in Ed's hands. He hadn't read a single word in the past ten minutes. "A piece of advice from me: get close to AJ. Ruby's world is AJ. You get AJ, and then you get his mother. Easy, right?" Delia winked again.

he steps closer, placing his hands on her shoulder "Calm down Delia, breathe in and out " " I can't " She kept on shivering, body trembling. " what happened, what did the book do," Sebastian asked and she looked at him in his eyes. " It ruined my life, my family" a tear dropped from her eyes " It possessed my innocent sister, causing her to kill her father, mother, and brother… this book made my hand fill with the blood of my very own sister" " You killed her?" Delia buried her face in Sebastian's chest " I had no choice" she cried. And I'm left wondering, what exactly is in this book and what the hell have I gotten myself into.

Panic began to rise in my chest and then I heard voices. It was Bren. He was speaking in low tones with someone , an older woman I recognized as Flora, the midwife. She had helped many she-wolves during their pregnancies, a trusted presence in the pack. But now, she looked unsure, glancing from Bren to me, as if questioning what she was doing there. And then I saw the look on Malacia’s face. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, watching like she was waiting for something entertaining to begin.

Leandro I looked at the seat across from me. Delia was awake now, watching the sunrise with wide, wonder-filled eyes. She looked at me and smiled, and for a second, the bruises on her face seemed to vanish. "We're almost there?" she asked. "A few more hours," I said. "How do you feel?" "Like I’m finally breathing," she said. She reached out and touched the glass of the window. "It’s so high up. Everything looks so small from here. The mansion, the warehouse... even the refinery. They look like toys."

They'd come for her. And by now, if already has. So I warned her to stay put. And just as I predicted, there was an attempt to take her.. but this man just ruined his boss's orders. Delilah thought she’d escaped on her own. Cute. But the truth is I left the damn window open. I wanted to see what she’d do. If she’d crumble, cry, crawl back into bed like a good little victim. She searched for any escape route. She didn’t stop until she found that opening. God, that made my blood burn. I hate weak women. Docile lambs who accept their fate with tears and silence bore me to death.

“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.”