Delilah Duck Novels & Stories

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

“Thank the Goddess! Delilah wants to come see her. Can she come now or should I have her wait until the morning?” “You know Delilah is always welcome. Have her come now. We are having trouble getting Kas to eat. Maybe she has something that can help?” James chuckles, “I am sure she has something in that bag of tricks. We will be there shortly.” Delilah is James’s mate and Kas’s business partner at the bakery. James met her when he and Marco were guarding Kas during an extended stay at a witch's coven. She and Kas are also best friends. They care for each other so much; it is almost like they are siblings. There is nothing one wouldn’t sacrifice for the other. Delilah also happens to be a pow

The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them. I knew that with a woman like this—long deprived, her desires finally stirring—I couldn't afford to back off halfway. I had to strike while the iron was hot. So I steered the conversation lower. "Delilah, how do you keep your figure so perfect?" "Just dancing and doing yoga every day. Though lately I feel like my thighs might be getting thicker." "Thicker?" I leaned closer and gently tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Stand up. Let me get a good look—see if they've thickened or not…"

"She's my Deli. She's my future mate!" "She's mine! Delilah belongs to me!" Elijah snapped, his voice booming. "I will never give her to anyone, especially not to you, Jeremy Davenport!"

Delilah's POV: Reaching the mansion, I fled inside where Dorian and other pack members were already waiting for me. Taking the bags from me, they started decorating the hall with balloons and other items. Leaving them to it, I moved to the kitchen with Isabella following me.

Her stomach aligned proudly with her tiny waist which gave way decently for her average buttocks behind her, her shapely hips stood perfectly on her long, sexy legs. She hadn't the time to take care of herself like the other ladies of her age else she'd have been in the list of one of the most notorious playgirls back in HY city. Sighing, Delilah combed her hair with her fingers for the last time before walking back into the large living room but Carter wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the other bathroom so she proceeded outside and there he was, his hands on the railings as he scrolled on the tablets in his hand.

CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV "This is CNN Breaking News: Senator Alexander Harrington's daughter, Delilah Harrington, is alive tonight after a terrifying attack on the George Washington Parkway left her SUV hanging dangerously close to the edge of the Potomac bridge. Authorities say the twenty-two-year-old Yale graduate was chased by armed men before taking control of the vehicle herself and managing to stop it from crashing into the river below. Police are investigating the incident as a possible assassination attempt, while many are calling her survival nothing short of a miracle."

Delilah laughed softly before she ducked into the interrogation room. I could hear the low growl of Lia. She can’t speak, but she can still make sounds. I suppose she wouldn’t be thrilled to see Delilah again. She never liked Delilah, and now that she knows we’re mates, I’m sure that’s become loathing. I smiled as I headed down the hall. I knew Delilah could and would hold her own against Lia even if the bitch wasn’t bound.

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.

Did she really do something so evil? “Yeah! Delilah was polluting her mind to the point that the little kid started screaming for help, I have to keep Faith away from Delilah now.” As she finished, she secretly scanned Dallin’s face for a reaction.