Delilah Dagger Novels & Stories

With bated breath, I watch him pick up his cell phone and then come back to the bed. "So I recorded everything, mainly for my sake because I want to continue living in last night's moment." The screen of the phone comes into my line of vision, and God, I wish I could unsee the footage that's playing there. I wish that stupid woman there isn't me but a twin sister I never knew I had. But that woman there has a dragon tattoo on her back, just like me. Am I this despicable enough to stoop this low? Whatever must have happened that led me to do this heinous action?

She stood straight, her hands curled over her waist, panting heavily for a few moments. “Ahm.” Julia writhed on the floor, gasping for breath. “What are you still waiting for?!” Olivia yelled. Anticipating Olivia’s next move. Julia struggled and lifted her body from the ground. She got on her knees first, wincing in pain, then clutched her lower abdomen for support, forcing herself upright. Olivia raised her foot, aiming for Julia’s abdomen again, but Julia dodged it, causing her to stumble. She caught herself against the wall, her eyes locking onto Julia’s with a menacing glare.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest. He was trying to keep me from falling apart. But I was already falling. He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath shaky as he whispered, "I'm so sorry." And then, without warning, he ripped my soul apart. "I, Castor Roman, Alpha of the Greater Augusta Pack, reject you, Delilah Corrigan, as my mate and Luna." It felt like someone had plunged a knife into my chest, twisting it until I couldn't breathe. The pain was instant, searing through me like fire, burning everything inside me.

Delilah's pov Her perfume hit my nose before she even spoke. Too sweet, too sharp and it turned my stomach instantly. She was already smiling when she got to me. It was obvious that she wanted to appear harmless but that smile couldn’t fool me. Especially not tonight. "Delilah, isn't it?" she said, her voice like honey. "I'm Giana." I nodded, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. "I know who you are," I said, my voice a little shaky. "What do you want?"

Dalia's p.o.v I have been driving for one hour, trying to lose the trail. I noticed I was being followed when I was still near the mansion. I had made plans to meet Rowan, but she is a bit of an outlaw. I am sure she will not appreciate Jaden knowing about her hacking into his network. She is the only person who knows of my connection to Delilah, and why I am married to Jaden. I would like to say that we are friends, but she is just someone I met by chance.

Delilah's POV My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place. When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

I focus my mind on her and only her, and everything else around me fades, even the assault being taken out on my body. Delilah's stunning face comes into view, smiling beautifully at me. I can't believe my eyes; she's here. I look around us, and we’re in a garden filled with flowers. I see Delilah's favorite and crouch down to pick one for her. She loves lilies.