Delilah Grey Novels & Stories

ey heard a sarcastic voice and turned to see Leah. Leah was also part of the people who maltreated her and to make it all worse she was the head maid's favorite so her life became a living nightmare with both of them in it. " Don't speak like that to Andrea, at least respect the fact that she's a princess." Mia cautioned her. Andrea was starting to regret slipping out one day that she was the princess of the dark mark-moonednowit has backfired because everyone just used it to taunt her.

Delilah is my mate and my number one priority. “Just that he’s a bigger creep than we ever imagined. He’s been stalking my mate since the war. He’s had his spy software on her devices for about as long. So, he knows every phone call and text message she’s had. Including the ones with me.” I began giving my report. “That mother fucker! He’s so dead.” André growled, angry on Delilah’s behalf. “I’m pretty sure Crista will see to that herself. She’s rather zealous when it comes to protecting her sisters.” Darren shrugged.

“Mr Gray just announced his daughter.” Gasps and murmurs echoed in the hall as everyone began checking the internet for the latest news, their murmurs continuing at the confirmation of Ella’s words. Indeed, Mr. Gray had uploaded a picture of himself and his daughter. It was no other person than Genevieve. Melissa rolled her eyes and hearing everyone’s gasps and murmurs, she too brought out her phone to check the latest news. Shock? Oh come on. That was too little of a word for what she felt when her eyes fell on the photos. There was no doubting it.

I said slowly, “then we need to know how, and why. I know that this is not something that you two want to talk about. I know that it is going to be harder for you to process, but we are going to need to do this to secure a lot. You need to understand that.” Delilah let out a breath. “She wasn’t normal, Damon. Her form wasn’t… solid. It was mist. Shadow. But her power, whatever it was, it was real. It felt like it was crawling down my throat. It felt like it was ready to eat us all. She was ready to suck on something that she shouldn’t. It was as if she was here to claim a certain darkness that would suck us in whole.” I looked between them, jaw tight. I knew that they were trying not to voic

"No thank you. I’ve had enough 'tactical adjustments' to last three lifetimes. I just want the sun, Leandro. I just want the quiet." "We’re getting there, Delia," he whispered, kissing the top of my head. "A few more days of this, and we’ll be ghosts. I promise." I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat. It was a steady, rhythmic thrum the only sound that could drown out the echo of Alexa’s laughter and the cold, hard reality of the world we were trying to leave behind. But as I stood there, I couldn't help but wonder if the girl in the grey sweater was really learning to be an architect... or if she was just learning how to build a better trap.

My grip tightened around my gun. "I had no choice. I waited until most of you were gone so there would be less death. They took my daughter from me and said the only way I could have her back was if I brought them a red-headed high school senior named Casey Whitmore." Gray Beard glanced around, possibly searching for more of his companions.

I sobbed. "Esha I don't think it is him. You can ask him directly. Maybe you misunderstood." Dua tried convincing me. "You better stop it Dua. Shakshi Tanwar has grey eyes. She freaking had grey eyes. And Aadhvik even he have the same grey eyes." I said. "Don't be dumb Esha, there are many people with the same grey eyes. Don't be so stupid." Dua yells. I found his potrait hung on the wall. Looking at his face itself made me feel disgusted. I got up and threw that potrait down.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

"At that time, BlackJack was not yet created. It was the eight of us, along with Jacob and his friends. We were very interested in mafia and gangs after watching movies, so we decided to roleplay the scene in our fantasy and created Grey Howl with Jacob as our leader. He was always the type that leads people into starting something, and I love that about him. Seeing how he cares for his friend as if we're all one big family. But then I meet a girl who moves to my neighborhood, named Sarah Vermilie. I fell in love at first sight, she was pretty. Prettier than any girl I've ever met, and as I get closer to her, my feeling grows. From a small bud into a big tree, When we're in middle school, we

Let me give it more time. Once I get to my room I run to where my things are. I have not finished unpacking yet. I am still hoping something would happen and I will be out of here before I know it. I managed to bring Delilah’s journals with me. I have read them enough times to have them memorized, but maybe I missed something. How comes in their whole six year relationship, there is no mention of a child. It seems like a very huge thing to pass over, especially someone who mentions her outfits in the journal.