Delilah Novel Novels & Stories

She wasn’t sure what this new chapter would demand from her. When she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door, expecting to find the space empty and inviting. Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper, was standing by the bed, holding Delilah’s large black book—the book! The one where Delilah had jotted down notes about her clients' gory requests. It wasn’t just any book—it was private, and Mrs. Hayden had it open, her eyes scanning its pages with a focused intensity.

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."

DELILAH I move closer to the intoxicating scent around me. It smells so familiar, but I can't place where I’ve smelled it before. It smells so good that I don't even want to open my eyes to check where it’s coming from. It calms my heart and makes me want to spend the whole day wrapped around it. I let out a sigh and feel my breath bounce back against my face. That's odd; why did that happen? I slowly open my eyes to find out what's wrong. My eyes widen as I come face to face with a rock-hard chest. I quickly check my body to ensure I didn't do what I think I might have done. I know I drank a lot last night, but I am not one to have a drunken one-night stand. A breath of relief escapes me on

It's still cold in New York, and it's the perfect season to start a new relationship. They agreed to walk together and got into Daniel's car shortly after. Daniel is adequate at attracting Delilah's attention. After learning that Delilah loves reading, he takes her to Barnes & Noble. Delilah's bright expression shone so brightly when she entered and saw so many best-selling and the best books worldwide. The place is like heaven for book lovers. It was such a dream place for Delilah to visit. She would never think that New York had such a place to enjoy.

"You're so wrong it's almost sad. Isaiah loves me more than you ever loved him. He cherishes me, protects me, sees me as an equal-" "An equal?" Delilah laughed now. "Is that what you tell yourself? You, a girl barely out of college, is equal to a man who's built an empire? Who's destroyed lives? Who's killed people?" "He's never killed anyone-” "Hasn't he?" Delilah stood, glaring daggers at me. "What about Rafael Newman? What about all the people who've mysteriously disappeared after pissing him off? What about me?" “You had a car accident. That's what the police found.”

Delilah's POV: I ran to the shed near the gate, shifted, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from the drawer. Putting on the clothes, I went back to Antonio, "I am Delilah." His teeth bared at me, "I know very well who you are. Answer my question now." I was running out of time. I swallowed and tried to move past him toward the door. A hand clasped around my upper arm and jerked me back, "I am expecting an explanation, girl."

“Now.” They scrambled, fumbling for their dresses, shoes, and discarded jewelry. My glare followed their every clumsy movement, and I didn’t miss the fear that tightened their faces. They knew better than to test my mood. As they reached the door, ready to flee, it swung open. Delilah. She stood in the doorway, perfectly composed, her eyes immediately landing on the women. The disgust in her expression was sharp, her lips curling like she’d just stepped in filth. The women froze, whispering quick apologies as they slipped past her, rushing down the hall.

They didn’t stop until they were shaking, crying into each other’s mouths, completely undone. They lay tangled for a long time. Neither said anything. Then Delilah whispered, “We’re going to get caught.” Brielle kissed her temple. “Let them catch us.” But even she didn’t believe it. The next morning, Delilah was gone again. This time, she left a note. Four words scribbled in a rush. I’m sorry. I can’t. And that was the last Brielle saw of her. She moved out two weeks later. Said it was for college. Said it was time.

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.

"I'm slowly getting so irrelevant !" Delilah said with a horrible seething teeth, The maids in the palace no longer respect her as Matilda already overthrow her, She's more respected now for having the son of the king, She could do that to, She could have a son for the king, She thought, as her maid brought so many books into the palace, They were medicine and fertility books, She opened and opened, searching for the cause of her unfertiity, Every time she sleeps with Alpha Blake she takes her fertility pills and tons of tonic but she'd never have his child, It silken her in her stomach.