Delilah Green Doesn't Care Novels & Stories

Being close to Liz just made her dizzy. "And you know what they say about dying your hair too often, it ruins it! But I don't care!" Delilah had the biggest smile on her face, she was enjoying spending time with Gigi even though the blonde was giving her the driest answers she could elaborate. She was only starring at Liz trying to make her feel guilty for disappearing. "Yeah? It shows." Gigi didn't mean to be rude, but Delilah was just too sweet to be true. Luckily, she was taking all of her answers as jokes.

She smiles at me as she says, “I’m Delilah, I’m filling in for my mom today because she’s sick.” I nod in understanding and I grab the ginger ale I wanted out of the fridge before I sit up on the counter and look at Delilah as she continues to work. I say, “How old are you, Delilah?” She smiles softly, “17 almost 18.” I nod and ask, “Do you attend Evergreen High?” She nods and says, “I do, I recognize you. You used to date Zane Phillips of the Red Dusk Pack.” Red Dusk Pack… interesting. How is it that I never knew his pack’s name before?

The one who stood in the front stepped ahead and Delilah couldn't help but give her the attention required. She was tall and thin. Her skin was graced fairly, bearing brown and ginger specks around her nose. Her eyes were thin like belonged to sirens, their darkness was the shade of green. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and her aura was made up of lavenders and thunder. Behind them, all were submissive to her. Delilah concluded here everyone was fond of holding dominance over something or someone. She didn't blame anyone. Their boss was the inspiration of many.

She had been watching the entire series of events unfold. "You're making too much noise. I just want to spend some time quietly," said Delilah as she looked at Natalie silently. "Get out of my way! Feel free to leave this room if you think that it's too noisy!" said Natalie exasperatedly. "Don't make me call Ms. Carey!" Delilah ignored Natalie. She took out her phone and shook it lightly. "What!?" Natalie glared at Delilah. Her chest rose and fell. If Jocelyn found out about this, they would be in trouble.

I focus my mind on her and only her, and everything else around me fades, even the assault being taken out on my body. Delilah's stunning face comes into view, smiling beautifully at me. I can't believe my eyes; she's here. I look around us, and we’re in a garden filled with flowers. I see Delilah's favorite and crouch down to pick one for her. She loves lilies.

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

THE GREEN MONSTER MILES Afucking date? Delilah was in my bed on her hands and knees for me two nights ago and she already has a date lined up? I drive to the arena to park in the garage with the other guys so we can take our bus to the flight, telling myself to stay calm. I told her we’re done. Delilah is beautiful and smart, so why shouldn’t someone else snatch her up? “There he is.” Drew grins when I approach the private area in the back of the arena where fans can’t get to us. “Ready for these teams?”

Delilah scoffs in her annoying high-pitched voice, flipping a stand of her dyed-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I heard they're dating now," Another girl snickers. I believe her name is Catherine. Before I could reply, all the other girls jump back, a look of disgust on their faces. "Ew! Eww! Her eyes! Why are they so ugly?" Delilah shrieks. I feel all my muscles clench in anger. Gray's eyes are the most beautiful things in this world. I could stare at them all day. Do people actually find them ugly? Is that why she wears brown contact lenses?

Potential clients preferred to go to the more reknown ones, whom they were sure wouldn't disappoint them based on their reputations, rather than try out the oh-not-so-popular ones. Taissa discarded these thoughts as she stood up to go brush her teeth. Then she opened her door and crossed over to her daughter's room. Naima was asleep with a pillow clutched to her stomach. Taissa reached for the switch and pressed it, flooding the room with white light. Naima groaned and twin green jewels flashed open. Taissa smiled at this. Naima had always been a very light sleeper. 'Wakey, wakey,' she said, going to sit on the rocking chair facing the bed.

The strap of her nightgown slid off one shoulder, but her full, soft, pale breasts stayed perfectly in place—radiating the irresistible charm of a mature young woman. I stared at that tantalizing hint of creamy skin revealed by her neckline and, emboldened by the alcohol, asked, "Delilah, Samson's been gone for so long… Do you miss him?" "Of course I do. Richard, you men think we care about how much money you make. But what we really want is just to have you by our side." A trace of resentment flickered in Delilah's eyes as she downed another glass. She noticed my glass was empty and reached over to refill it, making no effort to cover her neckline. She let me stare openly at her braless che