Delia Owens Books Novels & Stories

Fox was driving, Rebekah was sitting next to him, and Elijah was next to Melia, who had her gaze fixed on a book he recognized. She saw beyond everything, but no one wanted to see the truth... DALAYA: THE SEARCH The story of a woman who lived in darkness but managed to stand out even in it. JACK DEVERCADE That book was more than just a favorite for her. In tenth grade, the teachers never failed to read them the story of a woman who, after living in caves and suffering, discovered the greatest treasure of all: to continue respecting life despite every adversity. It was a book that moved even the most insensitive soul. They named the woman Dalaya, just like the book, symbolizing struggle, love

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."

ELLA’S POV Sherwood returned three days later, this time with a folder of his own, thick with papers he set deliberately on Delia’s small kitchen table like it belonged there, like he belonged there, uninvited and entirely unbothered by the fact. Delia had left for her shift an hour earlier. I understood, watching him settle into the chair across from me with unhurried confidence, that he’d timed this visit deliberately, waiting until I was alone before making whatever move he’d spent the past several days planning.

Suddenly, he roared, "A queen without a wolf? It is a disgrace to the royal family! Even if it's the Moon Goddess's idea, I will never accept it!" "Who says I can't shift into a wolf?" Delia, who had been silent all along, spoke up. Her voice was calm and clear, like the song of a bird in a quiet valley, easily overshadowing everyone else. I looked up in astonishment, gazing at Delia. The morning light filtered through the glass above, illuminating her smooth skin. The golden flowers radiated a dazzling light, reflecting in her azure eyes.

They walked the east side of the territory, down to the creek that ran along the lower ridge base, which was half-frozen still but moving, the ice at its edges lacy and intricate and the water underneath doing its continuous patient thing. "You're leaving Sunday," Delia said. "Yes." "Back Thursday." "Thursday or Friday. Depending on how the packing goes." "How much is there?" She thought about the apartment. The careful, minimal life she'd built there. "Not much," she said. "I was never really settled. I think I knew that even when I was there. I bought furniture that was easy to leave." She paused. "I have books. And Fig. And some kitchen things my mother will want."

“You’re exaggerating.” Suddenly, the door was knocked again. This time it was Delya’s voice. “Hey, what are you two doing? So noisy.” Olivia quickly closed her sketchbook. “Nothing, just chatting.” Delya entered carrying a bowl of cut fruit. “Chatting while hiding a book? Hmm, suspicious.” Katty immediately chimed in, “Olivia’s designing a new café. It’s so cool, Del.” “Katty!” Olivia glared angrily. Delya placed the bowl on the study desk, then came closer. “Seriously, Liv? Can I see it?”

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.

LEVI Delia walked in minutes later, her body was covered with Javan's coat and her face was looking all wet and red. I figured she was still crying because of the shock. I noticed her eyes glistening with tears as she came closer. I offered her a seat and she sat down. "Delia?" I called out lowly. "Yes sir," Her voice cracked as she spoke, as though she would break into further tears. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She had been waiting for an answer from Helena, but there was still no answer from her. “Later, let me explain to Winky's parents.” They all finally went to Winky's parents house. There Helena explained to Winky's parents about what happened, including telling about the forbidden forest and Winky and Winter who became a destiny pair. Hearing all these explanations, for some reason Delia became jealous. Even though she is still an early teenager, she also has feelings for Winky. While everyone else was talking, Delia spoke to Winter. “You like Winky?” asked Delia without further ado.

Before I exit, Zelma stops me, saying, "I don't hate you, Ajay. And I understand the hold Jude has on you. I know you're worried and want to find him, but have you ever considered maybe he wants to be lost? Delilah attacked me over some books with mathematical formulas that no human could possibly decipher. They're yours if you want them, but I doubt they'll help you." I thank Zelma and leave. Once I'm in my hotel suite, I weep bitterly. I don't eat or come out for days. Finally, I have the strength to bathe. Ready to face these books, I removed them from my suitcase and read. Zelma's right. It's filled with equations about the moon and sun cycles. I flip through page after page, and it's ma