Delia Owens Books Novels & Stories

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 Delia." Delia faced the staff, her expression serious. "What do you need?" She asked in a commanding tone.

The map on the coffee table now had names circled, times pencilled in, and one large word underlined: ORCHID. When Delia woke, the apartment hummed with a quiet industry. Frank was already on a burner, voice low and exact. Thomas had iron in his shoulders that hadn’t been there the night before. Delia dressed, sliding the photograph of her mother into her bag like a talisman, and met them at the small kitchen table.

I pulled out the heavy leather chair across from her and sat down, refusing to accept the crystal glass of red wine she was already holding out to me. "What are you wearing?" I asked, my voice dropping to a low, warning register that was completely devoid of warmth. Delia smiled. It was a wide, innocent, and entirely rehearsed smile, but I knew her too well. I had lived under the same roof with her for five years, and I knew the exact shape of her malice. Delia was the type of woman who would do absolutely anything to be a real Mrs. Windsor—or even just to get me to fuck her. She was a desperate woman.

Riley had been there for her through thick and thin, from the moment she had stumbled across Delia outside the Greyhound Station in Washington DC approximately five years ago. Delia had been in a bad shape at that time, and Riley had swooped in like a guardian angel, taking her to the hospital and visiting her every single day until she fully recovered. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, one that had seen them through countless ups and downs. Riley had even helped Delia secure a part-time job at a local bookstore, and together they had supported each other through college and then through their professional careers working at real estate investment firms. Despite their closeness

The air smelled of tallow, wet wool, and fear. Delia stood at the far end, white as a swan in the throat, a shawl clutched close. Her hair hung loose; there was a smear of something at her cuff that might have been candle soot, might have been peony powder. Her eyes were perfect: red at the rims, shining with unshed tears.

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.

Daddy's Beach Girl Intro- Delilah had gone for a trip in a little cabin at the beach with her sexy daddy which promises glorious sex upon sex Deliah's P.O.V. "Come on, baby.” She glanced up from her erotic novel in hand which she was reading as she stared up at see Dex standing in front of her, a huge blanket held in his hand. He crooked a finger at her .

Sabrina jumped to pull Beatrix from his grip but she was thrown away roughly. Swallowing the desire lodged in his throat, Darius parted Beatrix's legs, his fingers brushing hard against her labia, down to the opening of her vagina. He couldn't wait to bury his cocktail in her sweetness. “Wait!” A feminine voice ordered, snatching his attention. Silence hung in the air as tension seized the cell. Darius watched Delilah make her way majestically before him, a determined look plastered on her hardened face. “If there is anyone capable of capturing the Opal wolf, it's me. I will bring the Opal wolf to you alive.” She continued, her firm voice captivating Darius’s mind.

An excellent one to be precise and that was what had kept him employed. In the seat beside him was a woman. She had long, blonde hair that when allowed to move with gravity, neared her waist. She was dressed in a silvery gown and looked like a queen. What she lacked though, was a crown on her head and three dozen guards watching her every step. She was Sarah, Harold's stepmother. In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short).

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel