Delilah Duck の小説・ストーリー

She started to trash around when she felt someone touching her. "No! No! Leave me, Kevin! Please! Don't kill me, please! Kevin! Please don't stab me, Kevin!" Delilah shouted out loud in panic while thrashing around. "Delilah! What the hell?! Wake up. It's just a dream! Wake up! You are safe. It's just a dream. Delilah!" The voice shouted loudly near her ear, trying to grab her attention. Nothing worked but his last word, stopped her struggle.

I chortled. The curly-haired girl stood up and introduced herself. "I am Delilah and it's lovely to meet you, Declan," she took my hand and gave it a subtle shake. Her palms were soft and smooth... 'I bet it will feel better gliding over your cock,' Maddox chuckled, and I giggled back through the link. Delilah was the one. I knew I told Dimitri I would fuck a witch tonight, but this human was perfect. "Oh, dear sweet Hecate!" Sophia screamed.

If not dying, maybe suffering enough to wish for death. The plants around the Darkmoon pack are poisonous. I’m still in the middle of my decision making when I hear footsteps and a familiar scent fills the place. Delilah enters, holding an empty glass in her hand. She has taken her makeup and clothes off, now dressed in only sweats and a tank top. Even that looks nice on her. She is the type of person that will make a sack look nice, She notices me, standing clueless in the middle of the large spotless kitchen. Her eyes go from me to the things laid out on the counter and she raises a brow.

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

I look down and spot a pile of shed clothes–the pale pink sundress Delilah was wearing, as well as her strappy sandals. “You made it!” My gaze snaps back to the lake. I see that Delilah has swum to the shore, hands gripping a rocky ledge. She’s already changed into her swimsuit, and seems like she’s been more than happy swimming around. Her skin is smooth, her figure perfect. The water droplets on her body sparkle in the sunlight like jewels. Looking up at us, Delilah beams. “Anyone up for a swimming race?”

“Who is she?” I gulped the rising bile in my throat and felt my heart thudding so hard against my rib. “This is Delilah, I told you about in the last call.” She nodded her head, eyeing me up and down. “Does she even know how to work?” I almost crouched in front of her intense gaze. They’re unwelcoming and repulsion. “Yes, she helped me so much here. You don’t even know but she is a fast learner.” Kat only hummed and walked inside looking around the bakery. My palms were sweating bad at the thought of losing this job.

a whisper of the voice I have longed to hear for a year responds. "Delilah is that you darling?" I stand. "Yes Dalia it's me," her voice is weak. "Are you okay?" She hesitates long enough for me to know she's not. "I think this is it D," I can tell she's scared. "Where are you baby?" I ask, putting on my shoes.

Calix stops behind me, his mouth kissing my ear. “Only I get to call you a whore puddin.” I laugh at his words and nod, Once again the guy dies quickly, and I swear D used to take hours to torture people, but these guys are dying within an hour. So it has to be so he has more time for Dean and Richard. The man is dragged out and Baldie is fastened up, and D looks at me, waiting.

I smoothen my hair down my eyes on her, my feet tapping on the floor waiting for the so-called information she has. “Breakfast first yea?” she smiles widely, the waitress returning back with our food in minutes “Well that was fast” I shake my head turning to the food “Perks of being a Deluca right?” Rachel says across from me shooing the waitress away “Now that we are on the topic of the perks of being a Deluca, let’s talk about why I dragged you out here this early in the morning” “I have been waiting for ages, anymore minute and I will start growing white hair” I roll my eyes at her forking the food into my mouth