Delilah Grey Novels & Stories

My weakened arms gave way under my heavyweight, and laughter erupted behind me. I was determined to not let these wicked people win. I am Laila, daughter of Alpha Derek, mate of Alpha Grayson. The two most powerful packs in the world are loyal to me, and I won't let these bastards have the satisfaction of watching me struggle. I will find my way out of here, and I will win. Using all the strength I could find in myself, I heaved my body up in time to meet the cold eyes of Kirk, the rogue.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

[Years Later] After Delilah’s death was confirmed three years ago, the world had moved on. Her name was barely remembered except by a few Ava, Adrian, and Chase. To everyone else, she was a story long forgotten. But Delilah hadn’t stayed dead. She returned under a new identity, carrying with her the only treasure she had left…Riley. Her little girl was now old enough to walk, talk, and light up every room with her charm. Riley had inherited almost everything from Delilah, her warmth, her smile, her spirit. But her eyes… those were not Delilah’s.

Her stomach aligned proudly with her tiny waist which gave way decently for her average buttocks behind her, her shapely hips stood perfectly on her long, sexy legs. She hadn't the time to take care of herself like the other ladies of her age else she'd have been in the list of one of the most notorious playgirls back in HY city. Sighing, Delilah combed her hair with her fingers for the last time before walking back into the large living room but Carter wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the other bathroom so she proceeded outside and there he was, his hands on the railings as he scrolled on the tablets in his hand.

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

Did she really do something so evil? “Yeah! Delilah was polluting her mind to the point that the little kid started screaming for help, I have to keep Faith away from Delilah now.” As she finished, she secretly scanned Dallin’s face for a reaction.

Quiet means the price I paid last night was worth it. As the minutes ticked by on the grandfather clock in the hallway, Luca’s anxiety began to spike. The deep, rhythmic tick-tock felt like a countdown to his execution. He knew Graves’ twenty-minute warning had been for their arrival, but he had no idea how long this miracle of a visit was supposed to last. Adrian hadn't given an exact curfew, which made the uncertainty even more agonizing. Was he allowed an hour? Two? Would Graves abruptly stand up and drag him back to the cage?

I have been waiting, without admitting I was waiting, for the day she would bring me the page that made the suspicion a fact. She stops in front of me. The candle flame gutters in the draft from the corridor's far end, and the light jumps across her face, and for a moment I can see the fourteen-year-old girl whose mother walked out and never came back, the girl who learned to need no one because needing was the wound that would not close. Then the light steadies, and she is twenty-six again, and she is holding a notebook in her free hand. It is not the notebook my uncle confiscated. It is smaller, cheaper, the kind of spiral-bound pad you can buy at a stationer's in any town with a single ma

When I exited the bathroom my eye fell to Haletta who was smiling at her phone. I crossed my arms over my chest, arching a brow as she giggled at her phone. “Who is it?” I questioned. She looked up and blushed as she buried her head in a pillow. “Someone…” She trailed off. I’m curious about this person. Haletta has never blushed this hard for a single guy before. She looked at me, debating whether she should tell me or not after a while she finally gave in. “Okay, so uh-”