Delilah Keen Novels & Stories

Delilah's POV Theophilus and Gregory Winslow, the rejected fifty-year-old twin sons of eighty-year-old Alpha Richard Winslow, are getting married to me, Delilah Hunt, the scorned daughter of an outcast warlock and deceased werewolf mother. This wedding is sure to be the talk of the season.

Delilah smiled after speaking, then stepped back behind Stuart. The assembled group's eyes lit up as they considered Delilah's suggestion. While the plan was somewhat wicked, they had to admit it was clever—with his wife and daughter captured, Matthias would surely appear. Those present could not help but smirk as they glanced at Delilah, surprised at how ruthless she was. After all, Nadine was Delilah's aunt-in-law, and Leona was part of the Reilley family, yet Delilah showed no hesitation in using them as bait.

I nodded curtly but couldn't help but feel a little uneasy with the way the triplets gaze lingered on me, assessing and uneasy. The way they all moved made me feel sick. “Your Grace,” the last one curtseyed in the most disrespectful manner I had ever seen. “My name is Delilah, daughter of Lord Pius Dorian.” she said with a burst of pride. I raised a brow at her. Odd that she mentioned her affiliations. “Nice to meet you all.” I said and began to turn but Edgar stopped me. “Don't you want to spend time with your subjects? My love?”

At that moment, he did not dare to be careless and quickly said respectfully, “M-Mr. Caden, who would you like to investigate?” James took out Delilah’s photo, put it on the table, and gently pushed it over, saying, “I’m looking for this woman. Her name is Delilah Kimberly, and she’s from Sol. She traveled to Eyrothia two months ago and was captured in a small country named Simzerdon on the border of Durandal. Her current whereabouts are still unknown.” “I-I’ll send someone to investigate right away,” Zyaire was frightened and stuttered. “Mhm.”

Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look bot

Celeste: “You’re going to want to see this. I dug into Jackson’s assistant like you asked. Her name is Rosaline Greene… she’s Delilah’s younger sister.” I blinked at the screen, suddenly very much awake. Delilah’s sister? My brows lifted in slow astonishment. I read the rest of the message. Celeste: “Apparently, Delilah’s parents divorced when she was a teen. She stayed with her dad, Rosaline went abroad with their mom. They never really talked about it publicly, which is why the connection went unnoticed. You probably didn’t think twice about her when Jackson hired her years ago, back when you were still married.”

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 yells before storming toward the plane. Beau walks up to us. “Harvey, do you really think it’s wise to bring Delilah?” he asks. Does he feel anything seeing me? I can’t tell. “I know you guys have a history, but that’s in the past. Delilah understands you don’t love her anymore and has moved on. She’s only coming because Tamara needs her help with the wedding. You know they’re best friends,” Harvey explains. “Hmm, alright.” Beau nods and walks to the plane. It’s clear that he doesn’t buy our story, but he doesn’t want to push the matter either.

The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them. I knew that with a woman like this—long deprived, her desires finally stirring—I couldn't afford to back off halfway. I had to strike while the iron was hot. So I steered the conversation lower. "Delilah, how do you keep your figure so perfect?" "Just dancing and doing yoga every day. Though lately I feel like my thighs might be getting thicker." "Thicker?" I leaned closer and gently tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Stand up. Let me get a good look—see if they've thickened or not…"

“But the other times we spent time together… I like you, Colin. I really like you.” “But you’re engaged to Spencer,” Colin says softly, shaking his head. “And I’m stuck in the dungeon now, being blamed for a murder I didn’t commit. What are we supposed to do now?” Delilah hesitates, clearly thinking for a moment. I can see the steely determination glinting in her gaze. I know Delilah now–I’ve seen her at her best and her worst. I know the kind of person she is, and all the way at the center of her being is an overwhelmingly powerful source of drive and determination. It doesn’t matter whether she’s choosing to use her ambition for good or for bad–when she wants something, she chases after it