Delilah Hernandez Novels & Stories

Felix got dressed and opened the door, and he blurted out in shock, "Delilah?" Even though the woman at the door wore sunglasses and a mask, Felix immediately recognized her. It was Delilah—also known to the public as the superstar, Dreamscape. Once inside, Delilah took off the disguise, leaned in close, and sniffed the air. She said with a smirk, "Yup, definitely another woman's scent in here. So Nerissa's not around, huh? And you're still living the good life, I see." Felix felt a little awkward. Delilah was right—he had literally just finished hooking up with Zara. He asked, "Delilah, how did you even know I was here? Is something going on?"

We knew that there were several handlers with their disgusting pets ready to attack us, but we didn't know how many warriors might be hidden or whether there was an invasion force just waiting in the darkness. Delilah stepped up and lent her power to Zayne and Hannah. I had previously learned that Delilah was one of the original witches who joined forces with Adriana and Daemon and was mated to Renée. She must have had an incredible amount of power since as soon as the light strands came off her, the entire area lit up, and there was no longer any dark fog.

she asserted, her tone fierce and defensive. Jennifer, now deeply concerned by Delilah's emotional outburst, pressed further. "What's wrong with you today? Why are you getting so hyped up for no reason?" Her eyes widened as a thought crossed her mind. She had seen Delilah act this way only when she was in her... heat. "Are you on your heat?" Jennifer asked, her concern evident. She knew how much her friend had to endure during those challenging times, and the memory of Delilah's past struggles weighed heavily on her.

Now, I get to stand here and witness as the love of my life becomes a Beta of Madonie. Delilah didn’t miss a beat when she went out on the stage and gave her oath to André and Madonie. Not even Aragon interrupting her oath to start crying deterred her. She carried on while André settled Aragon down. And then, to the crowd’s howls, Delilah officially joined Madonie as a Beta female.

“Who said you could hold me?” “Hmm,” she stated, twisting her mouth in a pout. She let his cold hands go. Snow had covered her hair by now, thanks to him. The little girl motioned to walk away, but found herself turning back and moving towards him. She pouted in anger, extending a hand towards him saying, “I am Delilah.” “Did I ask?” he arrogantly retorted. She scoffed, before carrying on. “My last name’s Zapetero. I’m the first born of Queen Zoraida. I was hidden all my life, because I do not have penis.”

Grey never dared to ask her to play any more games, although she had begged. "I'm so sorry, Miss. Maybe you should invite Mr. Harristian to play together," said Grey trying to suggest one day. Delilah instantly clapped back. "Where is he now?" Grey smirked and scratched his earlobe shyly. "Texas hehe," Delilah turned around and then sulked all day. But the news on TV unexpectedly made Delilah get up and sit down. A TV channel broadcasted information about the premiere gala of Daniel Belvedere's latest movie.

Back at her luxurious hotel suite, Delilah sipped champagne, confident and smug. She stood before the mirror, admiring the crimson dress she’d chosen symbolic, dramatic, unforgettable. “She’ll crumble,” she muttered to herself. “They both will.” Just as she lifted her glass again, her tablet buzzed. A single message blinked on the screen. "Nice try. See you in court. H.F." She froze. Another notification appeared this time a link. She clicked.

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..."

—— Since the incident, Delilah (Aviva) had been living in the headquarters, she was partially paralyzed, with a fracture score, the agency expected her to have a mental in balance but instead she was fine though the doctors fear she might still have some undiscovered mental illness or worse it might affect her when she gets older. Delilah (Aviva) laid on her bed with her eyes on the ceiling, for the past five months what kept her going was the thought of the adventures she had during the mission that almost killed her. “Hey angel!.”Delilah (Aviva) struggled up. She smiled at him faintly with pain in her eyes as it hurt for her to smile. “How are you doing?!.” Nick asked. “Tomorrow is my fina

'Naima Allendale,' she said in a soft voice, her eyes cast down. Looking at her closely, Channing noticed that she looked like Taissa. Her ivory-rose skin, cute button nose, the pretty face, the way her long lashes cast a half-moon shadow on her face . . . except the hair. Great, everyone now looks like Taissa, even a third-grader. Seriously, Chevrolet, have you ever heard of cradle snatching?