Delia Owens Books Novels & Stories

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

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.

Hi, I'm Delia," the other introduces herself to direct attention to her and leave behind the awkward moment with Cecile. "Angie." I take her hand when she offers it and feel her skin soft and slack as a baby's bottom. Delia is even more precious, she has marked cheekbones, her eyelashes are long, curved and black and highlight her green eyes. She's slim and only two inches taller than me, but only because she has gorgeous shoes paired with a white dress. "They look a lot alike," he says, looking at Melody and me.

“What did you find?” "They are texts on using blood as a catalyst for healing," I said, setting the stack on the side table. "I need you to go through them." Leslie picked up the first book and opened it. Della and I both took a book and began reading. After twenty minutes, it was Della who found it first. She had been working through the oldest of the four books, a volume with cracked binding and pages that had gone brittle at the edges, "Leslie, look at this!" Della said as she held the book out and pointed to a section near the bottom of the page. Leslie leaned over and read the page carefully. “This could work,” she said.

The others looked at Delia. Delia felt very anxious and sweat dripped down her forehead. She was indeed very famous and had all sorts of awards to her name. Everyone in Rivenesco respected her, and she was very arrogant about it. Yet, even with all of her knowledge, she was unable to cure Elijah. “I… I can’t cure him…” she stammered in the end with her head down. “You’re Rivenesco’s most famous physician! How are you not able to treat him?” The other Wyatt sisters could not believe it.

"I ordered this for myself, I was just going to find a cool spot to drink..." Delia laughed. "You're still such a terrible liar Celine, and you're also very far behind. Do you think you are going to win over me with how slow you have been? Then again, with that face of yours, I understand why you are skeptical of putting yourself out there," she said, and my heart nosedived. "I have given my all to the company Delia, I won't allow you to steal it from me just because you think it's fun to destroy me"

This assistant she had seen before, was Hayden's most capable henchman, Hayden had sent this person over, did it mean that, in fact, his heart cared about her? "Delia, the things you want have been bought, see what's missing?" The doctor had already said that Delia would be hospitalized for at least two more months, that's why she had asked her assistant to buy a change of clothes and toiletries. "Not bad, that's all, thank Hayden for me." The assistant didn't say anything, only nodded. Delia took a sip of water, thought of something and suddenly spoke, "How are things going with Otis?" She had gotten word that Hayden would bail Otis out, but she privately didn't want Otis to come out too qu

Nathan’s POV I found her on page nine of a feed nobody reads. I read the boring pages. The first page is glass towers and men congratulating themselves for demolishing something beloved. Page nine is where the small, stubborn, unlikely things live. Delia, who runs my acquisitions desk, finds the habit unnerving. "You spend two hours every morning reading stories about people who make no money," she told me once. "The ones worth my time don't look worth my time. That's the whole trick."

"Salia is going to die today, no matter what. And I'll be right here beside you." I knew her. Delilah. A witch from Roaring Valley. She was the one who'd given Owen those three doses of the potion. She was also Owen's lover now. I hated Delilah for taking Owen from me. And yet I was grateful to her. During the year I'd spent locked away, she had stayed by his side, helping him find the strength to carry on. When I still refused to speak, the guard forced the second dose down my throat. The potion clawed through my memories, and the pain drenched me in cold sweat.

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.