Delilah Hernandez Novels & Stories

I'm trying so hard not to doubt her. “Bet you’re good in bed,” Cheryse purred, leaning closer. “Delilah? Total whore. Obsessed with Caleb since she was a kid. Never died, that obsession. And now Caleb’s after her… she’s going to fall right into his arms.” Something dark flickered inside me. The kind of darkness that made me want to snap her neck. She had always been a thorn in Delilah’s side back in college, and now… now, she was testing me. But Jon wouldn’t approve if I killed someone in his house. Delilah wouldn’t approve. That mattered more than anything.

~Ezinne~ Minutes later, Delilah had finished adorning me in my attire, and I looked splendid in the reflection that greeted me from the mirror. While I was fully capable of dressing myself, Delilah's expert touch as a professional stylist made the experience distinctly enjoyable. I watched her carefully through the mirror as she placed the final piece of jewellery on me, reflecting the light with a subtle shimmer. I had seen all the exchanges between her and Kael—the stolen glances filled with unspoken words, her cheeks tinted with colour whenever he passed, their fingers brushing and clinging briefly. Catching her eye in the mirror, I offered her a knowing smile, to which she responded with

The only person not supposed to have left the capital but somehow had extensive knowledge of the outside world. My eyes moved to Mina, and my heart thudded once more. I suspected before, but— Luna Natalie’s words confirmed it for me. “No,” Delilah started to whisper. Open-mouthed as she shook her head. From her eyes I could tell she knew my mind. “B-but it doesn’t make sense.” She muttered out loud again. “She– I saw the records. She was neutered in front of the court.” But even as she spoke, her words got weaker and weaker. Then her pale turned deathly pale. “Fucking hell. It wasn’t her, was it?”

Her eyes rake down my body, lingering. “Aight, bet. What’s your name?” “Delilah.” Her voice is smooth, low, like honey dripping. She’s already eyeing me like she’s deciding how she wants it. “Cool. Delilah… real quick—rate my drip, one to ten. Fresh fit today. Feel me?”

I interjected, my voice tinged with frustration as I stared at Delilah, hoping she would finally understand. "Please, let her speak," Margaret cautioned, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. Undeterred by my interruption, Delilah continued, her voice laced with a touch of awe. "Our friend here is the plainest amongst us all. She was born for great things. It's incredible that she still wears human skin when she's truly a goddess. She had a one-on-one encounter with Derenzantrafiakiloma, the one who reads minds. That entity visited her in human form," Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment.

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?

"Hey, Helena. How are you?" The girl replied with a shy smile. Delilah understood that the girl liked Simon. "I am good. Long time no see." "Yeah I was just busy with pack work and did not get a chance to attend any ball parties." "I see. Who is this beautiful lady? Your girlfriend?" Helena asked with a lower tone. Delilah was stunned and waited for Simon to reject in answer. "Not my girlfriend but she is my very close friend." "Oh, friend." Helena sighed. "She is Helena. She is Alpha Livon's daughter. She is from the Moondale pack." Simon introduced Helena to Delilah.

Deli was hell-bent on killing my best friend. She was relentless in her assault, and I felt firsthand why she was considered the most dangerous demon assassin to walk the earth. She was also the infamous Delilah, the ancient wife of Samson, and the reason he ended up dead. Herodias' annoying commentary filled me in on this tidbit as we fought for her entertainment. I had tried to talk Mrs. Deli out of her trance, but she was too far gone to return to her senses.

My sister-in-law's name is Delilah Bates, and she's a teacher at a dance academy. With her stunning looks and enviable figure, she often posts sexy photos on her social media feed. Whether she's in tight-fitting leggings doing the splits or snapping selfies that flaunt her flexibility, every image screams sensuality. Her obscenely round and full hips are the kind that mark her as a passionate young wife, starved for affection and long denied satisfaction—the kind that makes a man want to take her roughly.

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."