Delilah Hernandez Novels & Stories

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

She had heard rumors that El Diablo sold his soul to the devil, and after seeing the demon she just saw, she believes it wholeheartedly. After taking some moments to return back from her short trip to afterlife, she quickly got up and started taking off the bed spread, she didn’t bother to go look for him for something to dry the mattress with and just used the dried part of the bedspread to start drying it. Minutes gone, her hands ache and knuckles had turned red but she didn’t want to stop, she would do anything, anything not to have another encounter with him.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

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.

Now I'm here to auction off the only thing I have left. My body. The thought makes me want to vomit, but I swallow it down with the same practiced control that got me through the last six months, watching my father die, the FBI raid, and through learning that everything I thought I knew about my family was a lie. Through watching my baby sister get arrested for drugs I know she didn't use. Delilah is twenty-one years old. She's studying marine biology. She cries at documentaries about coral reefs. She's never even smoked weed.

Adeline's POV I opened the door and there she was. Tall. Immaculate. Beautiful in that cold, sculpted way only wolves born of power could be. Draped in a gown of silken ivory, hair cascading like molten gold, her painted lips curved in feigned sweetness. The woman, every whisper in the tribe named Vincent's chosen Luna—his fiancée. Delilah. She didn’t recognize me—of course she didn’t. To her, I was just another nameless healer, faceless and forgettable. She had no idea who I truly was, or that the girl she tormented might be my blood. That ignorance was the only advantage I had left.

Heat rushed to her cheeks the moment Hael's grey eyes met hers. Her core clenched. “Hey.” Hael's voice was flat. As soon as he responded, he took his eyes off her. “Have you seen Elion? I don't know where he is, but when you see him, could you please tell him to come see me?” She bit her lips. “Sure.” Kieran and Hael nodded absentmindedly. “He might not be aware that I just got back from the trip. And I'm excited to see him.” Delilah tried, crafting those words, not because of Elion, but she wanted them to know that she was back from her one-week trip.

Her curiosity was soon answered. Helena approached Lydia and said, “Mrs. Andrews, could you accompany me to the small conference room?” Lydia looked at Helena’s expression of horror. Suddenly, she felt like the sky had fallen. Since Delilah injured her arm, she could only rest at home. She had been living alone, but her mother, Helena Devin, was too worried about her. So, she returned to her parents’ house. Despite her lack of energy, Delilah found the daily process of waiting for her injury to heal tedious. She was unaware of the events that had transpired within the company. While she slept, her mother Helena had quietly deleted the messages sent to her phone.