Delilah Duck Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to stay today. I have a lot to do, and I need to be at the restaurant before it turns three. I'll try my best to show up at the party tomorrow." "Promise?" "I promise." Delilah wasn't sure if she would make it at the girl's night tomorrow, besides, she's got the clubhouse to attend. She hurriedly walked to the bus junction five meters away from school, where she boarded a bus which drove her to the shopping mall. She calmly selected two stripper wears and a long boot which reached to her ankle with a butterfly mask to hide her identity, just in case she mistakenly meets someone she knows. After she had purchased all those, she headed to the restaurant for her

He’s not who you think he is. As was my habit whenever I felt out of sorts, I plunged into research, seeking clarity in the chaos. Delilah lay sprawled across her bed, a whirl of discontent as she mumbled about the dangers of glitter toxicity. Her focus was lost to a sea of TikTok videos featuring dogs in tiny protest shirts, each clip a snapshot of canine indignation that contrasted with my intensity.