Delilah Hernandez Novels & Stories

I applied a bit of foundation to my face and fixed my thin bangs. “Of course, it’s my last day as a single woman.” I smiled, and I caught a glimpse of the sparkle in Ate Angie’s eyes from the mirror’s reflection. “We’ve prepared so many surprises for you from me, Kara, and Angeli.” My lips curved into a grin when I heard Angeli’s name. Angeli is one of my close friends because she’s my fiancé’s best friend. Ate Kara and Angeli were classmates in college. Angeli introduced me to Hubert, and she was also the one who almost orchestrated our closeness.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

She would be patient and allow her mate to explain. “One of our pack members, Drew, died in the attack from smoke inhalation. The pup is named Hannah. She was his daughter.” Leah choked out a sob. She hadn’t known anyone had died. She knew the large black dragon she had fought was Theo Blackwell, and she felt responsible for all the damage he had caused with burning down the pack houses. Finding out he had also killed someone, made her feel a bunch of emotions all at once. Guilt. Horror. Sadness. Anger. And regret. If she had not have snuck off to mate with Ray in secret, would Theo have still been angry enough to cause all of this destruction? If she and Ray had not gotten mated, would Drew

Delilah’s POV Margaret looked between us with confusion. “Dante, this is Delilah. She’s been studying healing arts and I was just showing her around.” “Studying,” he repeated. His storm gray eyes stayed locked on mine. “But she didn’t finish, did she? She didn’t even graduate.” My face burned with humiliation. “She was only three days away,” Margaret said carefully. “She completed her training.” “Had to leave,” Dante corrected. His lips curved into a cruel smile. “Is that what we’re calling getting rejected and kicked out?”

She was always offered drinks and let into places for free. She was independent, she had moved away from her house when she was just sixteen and had multiple jobs ever since without anyone's help. Delilah was hardworking, bright, impressive, reliable, punctual, and many other things, but she was not dumb. Yes, she could act as if she was dumb and make people think they could trick her, yet she always knew when something was not right, when something was not true. She could almost smell lies from miles away.

The smile she wore held a trace of wonder as if she still could not quite believe she was standing here. She leaned slightly toward the microphone, her voice clear as it carried across the hall. “Good evening,” she began, her tone merry. “My name is Delilah Winters although most people know me as Lila. It is an honour to be here tonight, and if I’m being completely honest… it still feels a little unreal.”

“Because I hope that I will have grounds to fire her soon or that she will quit.” “That bad? How long has she been in the position?” I asked. “Four years, but between the two of them, I’d much rather keep the other woman who’s been doing it two years.” “Other woman?” I asked, then paused as the way he worded it clicked. “Wait, it’s a partnered position?” “Don’t worry. Delilah works very hard and is very dedicated to her job.” Delilah? What kind of name was that? How old was she? The name alone sounded ancient, especially since she was obviously born before the song that made it a popular name again. Grace once had it on her list of names for girls, along with a hundred others.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Delilah joked with a teasing laugh. "I know!" She moaned. "Its just... I've never done cheerleading before. I'm doing it to feel close to my best friend back in England. I really wish, I knew it was today because I would've definitely practised last night." "Don't worry, You'll do great." Delilah soothed then gently squeezed Jenna's shoulder." This is also my first time trying out but I hope to do well since I became more flexible from doing contemporary dancing." "Wow, you do contemporary?" Jenna lifted both her eyebrows.

I wanted him closer. The only one who sounded like she might take me seriously without treating me like a TikTok clout-chaser or someone who’d taken too much shrooms in a walk-up with mold, was a woman named Delilah Cross. Her website was bare bones but professional, and there were no jump scares, no creepy background music. There was a line on the homepage: “The veil is thin where desire lives.” I booked the first appointment I could. *** Delilah wasn’t what I expected. She had no lace shawls, no jangling bangles or black eyeliner. She looked like someone’s cool aunt who’d smoked weed at Woodstock, had white-blonde braids, earth-toned linen, and piercing gray eyes.