Delilah Grey Novels & Stories

The room was completely silent now, every single woman watching as Delilah walked away, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Wait," a blonde woman two mats over whispered loudly to her friend. "Is that…?” "Yes," her friend whispered back. "That's Jax Romano's assistant. And that's his wife, Emilia." "Oh my god. She’s attacking his assistant now? How crazy is she?” “I wish she’d attack me so I’d file a lawsuit and cash a huge Cheque.” The blonde said and they giggled. The instructor cleared her throat awkwardly. "Let's, um, everyone settle onto your mats and we'll start with some breathing exercises..."

“Milk tea. Dahlia made it.” “Give it to me.” That surprised me. Did I hear him right? Still, I handed it to him… He jabbed it with the straw and tasted the drink. What happened to Master Dryzen? Everything that I expected of him were slowly changing. He just nodded at me and leaned his head back to his seat. @Death Wish Hi there! If you are interested to continue the story, just go to search engine and look for Nine Months written by Death Wish. Once again, thank you for supporting me! Love you all!

Lila had said, placing it in her hands like a medal of honor. Now, standing behind the podium, Elena could feel the pulse in her throat. The chairs were filled with women of all ages—some with baby carriers, some with notebooks, some with nothing but exhaustion in their eyes. All of them waiting. All of them listening. She took a breath. “My name is Elena Grey,” she began. “And I used to believe love was supposed to hurt. I believed pain was proof that I mattered.” The air shifted. A hush rolled through the room.

He went mute, deep down he knew that I have always been persistent, even the devil would spill Secrets to avoid my persistent nature. “Her name is……..” victor paused, his eyes searching, checking if I'm fit to withstand the truth he's about to spill. “Is what…..?” I growled, my patience wearing thin. “Her name was Stella Valeryk, Aurora's mother.…..” ********* POV: Damian Pain changes a man. Not always with screams or scars. Sometimes, it creeps in slowly, like a poison in the bloodstream. You think you're strong. You think you’ve moved on. Then one name, one thought, undoes everything.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

Sometimes, I get caught up in the fact that she is my mistake that I forget how young and fragile she is, inside and out. “Camille, how did it go?” I asked with hands in my pocket. If am going to teach Occult with my mate here, then I need to make sure my secret remains a secret. “You are Damian so we’ve got your back” she replied with a smile. “I’m not one of you” I replied. Fixing my eyes on my mate. She was wearing a long sleeve black cropped top and a denimjeans. Her bright brown hair, running down her shoulders in beautiful wave curls. Her brown eyes shinned under the sun, a pure reflection of the light that’s emanating from her.

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?

"Half the reason our border skirmishes turn deadly is because neither side trusts the other's healers enough to call for help when it matters." "That's a reasonable argument for a system. It doesn't explain why you need Delaney Reeves specifically." There's a pause. Just long enough that I feel my pulse pick up in the quiet. "Because she saved a Graystone fighter's life during the border incident three days ago with methods I've never seen before," Jaxton says. "Because whatever she's capable of matters for both our packs going forward, and I'd rather understand it through partnership than have it become something we're fighting over later."

"I, Derrick Stiles, hereby reject you Gwen Dylan as my mate." He had declared. I was devastated, my heart was torn, bruised and shattered, I couldn't feel my legs. I was crushed. Just yesterday, I found out Derrick was my mate. It had spread faster than lighting to all packs in the vicinity. Ava had spread the word of course. Everyone could hardly believe their ears, the moon goddess was definitely playing tricks, an alpha had never been mates with an omega wolf. Everyone couldn't wait to see me get rejected and humiliated.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.