Delia Owens Books Novels & Stories

“I’m still getting my house back.” A corner of my mouth lifted. “There it is.” Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “That delusion,” I said. “I was wondering when it would come back.” Her spine straightened instantly. “It’s not delusion. It’s determination. You can't scare me into resignation.” “Oh Matilda" I drawled lazily, pulling a strand of her fiery hair, "I get off on making pretty girls break"

Kimber's Pov I laid on my bed, I'll admit I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Delilah. She might look young but she's smart at what she does, not to talk of the fact that she reminds me of some one I know. Some one I have met, most especially, she is some one so dear to me.

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.

"The Alpha will see you in his study. Now." The senior household woman did not knock. She opened Elowen's chamber door with the same brisk authority she used to open the doors of pantries and storerooms, and she stood in the doorway with her hands folded at her waist and her chin slightly lifted, and she did not call Elowen my lady. Elowen was at her writing desk. She had been trying to read a small book of devotional poems her mother had given her on her tenth name-day. She had been on the same page for over an hour. She closed the book very gently and set it aside.

“Right after the dinner started.” Freeda leaned in. Subject: CO-CHAIR ACCEPTANCE: FREEDA JAMES (SIGNED) Attachment: Acceptance Graphic: Approved Sender: r.owen.foundation@ Winnie’s breath caught. Kris went still. Freeda lifted her eyes to Delia. “That came from him.” Delia stared at the sender line like it had just appeared. Then her voice slipped, small and helpless. “It… it came straight from Mr Owen’s office.”

When Delia began to see black spots in her vision and could no longer understand the difference between life and death, Nerina opened her fingers again and Delia fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for the air that flooded into her lungs. Nerina spun, her nightdress moving in waves around her ankles, and walked over to Delia's shaking body. "Perhaps you prefer to die that way?" She chuckled when Delia couldn't answer. "I promise you, Delia, I will find more creative ways to take your life...eventually. Now get up and stop heaving and croaking like a frog." Just as Delia obeyed and pushed herself into her rubbery legs, Nezetta pushed the door open and walked in with a tray full of pastri