Delilah Blue Death Novels & Stories

If that emerald comb could survive, maybe my precious jewel of a son did as well. Everyone looks like they are in some level of shock and disbelief. An old man in a security uniform mumbles to himself, his face and clothing covered in white dust, his eyes unfocused as he walks back and forth. A small group of nurses coughs in a corner. One of them is weeping over the body of a young man with blonde hair. It takes me a moment to recognize Angelica's face in a more masculine form. This must be Delilah's twin brother, Devin. Sadly he didn't make it out before the building gave way. Lying on a gurney, his chest isn't moving.

Her gaze remained fixed on him, and it was clear that she was waiting for an answer to her question earlier. “Brielle…” He drawled with a sigh, but she wasn’t fazed at all. “What did you say earlier about Lady Delilah? I didn’t quite catch what you said.” Scoffing inwardly, knowing she was lying, Darius, however, obliged and replied. “I said, Lady Delilah is no longer alive. I murdered her.” “Why? What happened? Did she do anything to..." She began to say something, but Darius interrupted her.

I’m not sure if it’s for her benefit or mine. Delilah’s eyes glow bright blue, then soften to an ocean color. Inside the vial, the liquid changes to a dark brown, like coffee, then lightens up again to bright yellow. Delilah looks at the contents with a satisfied grin. “Would you like to do the honors, Beta?” “Me?” I look at the vial extended in her spindly fingers.

Price has divorced Delilah Hasani! [Delilah Hasani killed Demian Price, and the child she had is not from the Price family.] ... In addition to these headlines, many other of Delilah’s wrongdoings were exposed online. It was revealed that she had caused Demian Price’s death, her ex-boyfriend was Demian Price, and her marriage to Damon had been orchestrated by the Price family to ensure the safety of the child in her womb—only to find out the child wasn’t even Demian Price’s.

Wearing a dissatisfied expression, Thea said, “Are you trying to steal my position? I’m not giving it up so easily.” Delilah simply smiled and replied, “Thea, you are a genius doctor. James is your assistant. You should focus on giving him instructions. Just leave the poison to me.” Delilah knew that the man before her was the Black Dragon. Although the generals of the Southern Plains had declared that the Black Dragon was dead, no one had actually seen his body. Delilah was a popular actress, but in this aspect, she was not that much different compared to the others. She too admired the hero of Sol, just like any other person.

Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look bot

Her skin turned a sickly shade of gray, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She let out a blood-curdling scream, the sound echoing off the walls as she collapsed to the ground. Her body convulsed, her limbs thrashing wildly as she fought against the inevitable. And then, it was over. Delilah's body went still, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the ceiling. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I realized that I had actually done it. I had killed Delilah.

“Then I saw you, figured that something was wrong with the place and tried to run away. Got scared by your twin and found myself in a cell with other frightened people.” Eriel looked away. “I’m sorry.” “You’re only sorry because I look like your former mate. Not because you feel bad for trying to kill us.” Delilah looked outside. “We don’t eat humans. We influence their actions and drink from them. Are you listening to me?” Eriel asked, but Delilah was already occupied by the banner she saw on the house that they had passed. “RIP Violet?” She turned to Eriel. “My best friend died while I was away!”

Demenicus who had been watching the whole drama, asked Delia gently, "Why can't you, Sweetheart?" "I can't… I simply can't." Heathrow who was having the time of his life took this opportunity to say, "Let me tell you why she can't. Little Delia doesn't want to reveal her eyes because it's no longer yellow, it's blue. She has killed an Innocent." Handogan jumped to his feet in disbelief. "This is definitely not true, Delia. You didn't kill your mother, Right?" Delia's tears were flowing from her eyes like a stream. She was confused, shocked and embarrassed. Her eyes were still on Heathrow, trying to understand why he would expose her.

Back at her luxurious hotel suite, Delilah sipped champagne, confident and smug. She stood before the mirror, admiring the crimson dress she’d chosen symbolic, dramatic, unforgettable. “She’ll crumble,” she muttered to herself. “They both will.” Just as she lifted her glass again, her tablet buzzed. A single message blinked on the screen. "Nice try. See you in court. H.F." She froze. Another notification appeared this time a link. She clicked.