Delilah Keen Novels & Stories

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

“I was well-respected there, and had worked up my way to be in close confidence with the royal family, and with Luna Queen Lena specifically. She didn’t tell me everything, of course, but I saw things. Servants have our eyes and ears open at all times.” She smiled a little, but that smile did not reach her eyes. “I wish I could give you more details, but no one knew any specifics of exactly what happened. Suddenly I wasn’t allowed in most places, and then I was let go. Alpha King George and Alpha Ivan were so caught up in their grief. Answers were difficult to find. But…” Before I could lose hope, that tiny little word, ‘but,’ had me leaning closer for more truth. “Toward the end, Daniel and

Alex likes the idea. By mindlink, he calls Delilah, and when she knocks on the door and enters, she bows and shows her neck. - Alpha Alexander, Alpha Michael, how can I help? - Come in, Delilah, sit down. We need to talk to you. Delilah was a 25-year-old, beautiful, muscular woman. An extraordinary warrior who had found her mate in a young man. His mate was a baker in the pack and when he turned 18, he found out that his mate was a 20-year-old warrior. He thought she would reject him, but she was the most loving lady in the world, nothing like she appeared to be. She had a little 1-year-old pup, which her mate took care of, leaving her free time for the shifts she was scheduled to take.

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 insists, "You had sex with me. The article said that you've only had sex with two people and I am one of them. It's so obvious that you're not over me. My name is Delaney, and Dels could be short for Delaney." "But it's not short for Delaney." I explain, grabbing Delilah by the waist and pulling her in front of me. I wrap my arms around her protectively, "Dels is short for Delilah, my wife, and the article is about her." I decide to be extra clear with my explanation.

"I'm Delilah. I've heard... well, I've heard some things." I stared at her outstretched hand, then at the massive diamond ring glittering on her finger. So much larger than the modest band Blake had given me on our wedding day. Did my husband give her that? "Who are you?" My voice came out small, fragile. "Who am I?" Delilah's smile widened as she leaned back against him, her body fitting against his with so much ease. "I'm Delilah Knight, I am the next Mrs. Reynolds."

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

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.

~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

Delilah stood outside the pack house, watching through the window as Kara and disappeared down the hallway. Her nails dug into her palms. This wasn’t over. Zarek could say whatever he wanted. He could choose Kara, defend her, carry her around like she was something precious. But Delilah had spent too many years by his side to let some weak little human steal everything she’d worked for. Not now. Not ever. She turned, disappearing into the darkness, already planning her next move. And this time, she wouldn’t fail.