Delilah Duck Novels & Stories

I knelt down, my heart racing even faster. He knew. “I-I—” I could tell him the truth right now, but I’m so lost. I don’t know where to start. I heard a few more footsteps. They seemed to be in a hurry. Angeli and Ate Angie peeked behind Hubert. I sighed. I looked at them pleadingly. Ate Angie came over and hugged me tightly. I just let the tears fall. “Hubert... It was a bachelorette tradition. Girls usually do it before their wedding,” I heard Angeli explain. So, he really does know what happened last night. I pulled away from Ate Angie’s embrace and approached Hubert. He looked pained and angry.

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.

When Ruby saw her staring at her, she felt discomfort and tried to cover up what she had exposed but there was no way she could. "You don't need to cover anything. You have already exposed it while coming here so it's nothing special. We are both girls and I am not interested in my gender. Before I thought you and Hera are the same but now I think you two are different. The two of you are different in your approach towards men. Disgusting." "Who are you?" "I am Gab Willy's sister, Delilah Williams." She introduced herself. "Delilah...? The famous actress that...you? Hold on, but what are you doing here? The two of you are related? But how?" Ruby was surprised. How did she miss out on this im

“And Dahlia’s gentler. Quieter. She’s more observant and clingy—she always wants to be close to someone she trusts.” “Like me today,” I murmured. She nodded. “Exactly. And physically, if you look close enough, Delilah has a tiny birthmark on the side of her neck. Dahlia doesn’t.” I tilted my head. “I think I noticed that once, but I wasn’t sure.” “It’s subtle, but it helps.” I looked away, feeling a strange swirl of emotion rising in my chest. “They’re such sweet girls. And I hate that they have to grow up in such a... cold environment.”

But her eyes… those were not Delilah’s. They were Chase Monroe’s. On the very day Delilah landed back in the country with Riley, she was waiting outside the airport for Death, the only man she trusted to keep them safe. Deli shifted uncomfortably, her heels biting into her skin as she stood waiting. Riley clung tightly to her leg, her small hands gripping as though she would never let go. Ever since they stepped off the plane, the little girl had been unusually quiet, her pout pressed against her mother’s thigh, refusing to move.

And stalking towards her, as though Amber was the prey was Malia's wolf. I took a step but was hauled back by Damien. My back slammed into his front and his big hand covered my mouth, muffling any screams I tried to make. ”Shh,” he whispered into my ear. Delilah was taking slow strides, her head bent down, her eyes scanning her prey, and her mouth salivating. She was growling, looking ferocious and the closer she got the more Amber's eyes widened. I saw a tear fall from her eye, she didn't know what was about to happen any more than the rest of us. Malia couldn't control her wolf.

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

Visenya chuckles at her daughter’s fierce declaration. “Well, you certainly are your father’s daughter,” she says, her eyes sparkling with pride and love for the fiery little girl before her. As a large crimson dragon soars into view, Catalina gasps with excitement, pointing eagerly to the sky. “He’s back! Delilah, let’s go!” Without hesitation, Delilah bounds out of the water, her tail wagging eagerly as Catalina swiftly climbs onto her back. Together, they head towards the tall grass where Lucian is descending. He swiftly shifts into his human form and disappears into the foliage.

The croaking below grew louder. The moon climbed higher. Still no knock on the door or footsteps. No messages… Delilah finally lay back on her bed. Hands folded neatly over her stomach. Eyes open. A small smile curving her lips. She isn't hurt or disappointed. Rather amused… “So…” she whispered softly to the ceiling, “You’ve started moving without me, Delon.” Her smile deepened.“Bad choice.” Because the most dangerous people weren’t the loud ones. Not the warriors or the Alphas.

she snickered shyly. “Fantabulous, princess... that’s a lovely name but I’d rather call you mine.” He took her hands, placing it in his. Sparks reverberated through as they walked down town, making sure to go out the territory. They bought some drinks, sitting down to enquire about each other and what happened next was a mystery… ------------------------------------ It would be explained as an accident because neither of them planned it. The emotions set the both of them off edge, when Delilah excused herself to the female restroom. She had seen a leech in the toilet, making her scream. Klyde’s wolf hearing was quite faster than the keeper so he was the one who came running.