Delilah Novel Novels & Stories

And the only man she has never been able to forget. What starts as a safe hideout quickly turns into tension, temptation, and a kind of heat neither of them can control. This story is messy, emotional, spicy, and full of forbidden chemistry. Trust me, Nico and Delilah are bringing trouble. Thank you again for all the support. I can’t wait for you all to meet them. CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV

Delilah laughed softly before she ducked into the interrogation room. I could hear the low growl of Lia. She can’t speak, but she can still make sounds. I suppose she wouldn’t be thrilled to see Delilah again. She never liked Delilah, and now that she knows we’re mates, I’m sure that’s become loathing. I smiled as I headed down the hall. I knew Delilah could and would hold her own against Lia even if the bitch wasn’t bound.

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

Natalia asked “ that is your freaking fucking business “ Delilah spat as she raised the hood to her head and left her room through the window. And bitchy Delilah is back. Natalia thought. She suspected that Delilah’s new character was not real. Natalia sat on the bed and hot tears ran down her face. how in the world was she going to convince the Alpha Klaus that Delilah was around without been around.

Unknown Location, The Other Woman The woman stood in front of a wide mirror, tracing the curve of her stomach with reverence and something colder, ambition. Her name was Delilah. Lucien’s final creation. Not a clone. Not a surrogate. But a savior, bred to finish what he started. In her veins ran the DNA of three people: Lucien. Alma. And a donor no one had ever identified. Behind her, a man entered the room. Tall. Shaved head. Eyes like winter steel.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

she said, holding my hand and squeezing it tight. I smiled back at her, feeling a pang of guilt. She didn’t know the whole truth. She didn’t know what I had done to get here. She didn’t know what I was willing to do to get what I wanted. But she would soon find out. And so would everyone else. “Thank you,” I said sincerely. “A lot of things have opened my eyes in the past few months, and I’m so glad that my eyes are open now. I am no longer delusional in a bad way, but now I’m delusional in a good way,” I said, and she laughed. “Of course you are.” It was finally time to do our nails, and we picked a particular nail art that we liked. The nail artist did it perfectly, making our fingers look

Liam Leaning over the kitchen counter, I watched as Delilah struggled with the flour covering her face. She seemed to expect me to come to her aid like a knight in shining armor, or like the male lead grabbing the female lead by the waist in movies. But no, I don't do clichés. Delilah used her hand to dust her face before rushing to the kitchen sink. I knew the next thing that'd come out of her would be an insult, and I was ready for it.