Delilah Fnaf Novels & Stories

I placed the glass of water beside her and said, "Mrs. Montenegro was concerned about you, miss. She wanted me to bring you some water." Riezel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again. But then, to my surprise, she reached out and grasped my arm. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" she said, her voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Riezel's eyes were pleading, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. "My name is Delilah, miss." I said, trying to sound neutral. Riezel's grip on my arm tightened. "I've noticed the way Raphael looks at you, Delilah. He seems to trust you, to value your opinion. And I was wondering...could you help me get closer to him?"

Lucian nodded, “where do they have her?” “Philadelphia.” “Great, what do we have to do?” Drago glanced at him, “if there is anything you are most famous of Lucian, is the fact that you take what you want in a house that is crowded with people and still won’t be spotted. I don’t need the loving Lucian now, I need El Diablo.”

Just like me who had to order the hunters to specifically make me clothes like theirs to explore the forest, she must have gone out of her way to keep some sense of individuality. “It is a pleasure, my name is Nadya.” I tried my best to contain myself and only bowed politely after hearing her name. Nadya was no elf, something inside me immediately recognized it. She is a girl desperately trying to forget her long gone high school years. The same as me, a human the Mothers are call a failure. “Agafya, please sit down. You already made us wait long enough.” “Sorry Mother Lelyah.” It pains me to have to wait until we are alone, but one more night of pretending is not going to kill me.

Emilia Peyton “ Emilia speaking. Who is this.” I said to whoever was on the other side of the call. It was barely 7 in the morning, who could be calling at this hour. I haven’t even gotten enough sleep. “ I knew it. You already forgot.” A female voice shouts over the phone. A voice that sounded too familiar. “ Hailey?” I asked Why was she calling this early. I don’t remember giving my number to her either. Right. She’s Liam’s sister.

I uttered, my eyes reading over the text messaged craved on the stone. "In loving memory of Daphne Lebedeva." A small smile tugs my lips when I read, "will be missed as a mother." "Thank you." I blurted out. I scoff and let out a sigh. I am terrible at this. I guess talking to the dead is not one of my specialties.

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?"

Zafrina said. "She is being truthful." Delilah said through my head. I looked at her and nodded. "You can talk to her?" Zafrina asked. "Through a link yes." I replied. "She is quite scary, you know." Zafrina whispered making me laugh. "If you think she is scary now you should have seen her in the last battle we had." I said. "I seen it, I thought I was going to shit myself honestly." Hotch said looking at her. "It was pretty intense the way she jumped over Pythia and literally shook the ground." Qetsiyah added. "I think I felt my entire soul leave my body." Harvey laughed. "She is a protector, there is much you all don't know. Pythia is Atheas sisters granddaughter and Delilah was her wolf i

In front of me was my best friend, Delilah, who was lying on Freddy's bed with nothing but a watch in her hand. /Dalila? What is she doing here?/ I asked myself.

She began to lose consciousness slowly. “Make sure she is programmed.” A man’s voice said and then the door was closed a few seconds later. Her braid was plugged into a computer medical device reloading every memory from her braid on top of the computer. On the other side of the room lay a girl who was in a glass tub just as Delilah was. She was the model for Delilah’s remodelling, a few basic memories of hers were passed down to Delilah; including her name, age, family and love life.

"I didn't want you to find out this way." "Well, I did." I scoffed again. "You even told him that your name is Camila. Why the fuck would you even do that?" "Because I don't want him to know I'm Delilah! I don't want him to find out that I am his assistant's daughter."