Novel & Cerita Delilah

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."

FLASHBACK From childhood, everyone had thought that Dylan’s best friend, Charlotte, Benjamin’s daughter would be his mate since they did practically everything together, but the moon goddess had some other plans. Charlotte, whose birthday was a month earlier, found her mate two days after her birthday party when the entire pack had concluded that it was going to be him. To everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t Dylan but their pack’s youngest doctor that was mated to Charlotte. Benjamin wasn’t too happy about it but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Delilah placed both of her thumbs on either side of Petra's temple. She still struggled to be free. She wasn't ready to become her normal self as it was dangerous. She had also fallen in love with Leon and believed there was a chance for them both even after he had rejected her. Delilah went on for a minute, reciting her mantra till she transformed. The jet black hair belonging to Lillith's features transformed to a shade of honey blond. Her once icy blue eyes changed into coffee brown. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

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.

Emilia raises her head to look at Liam who seemed to be as confused as she was if not more. “ It’s Hailey. She did this, I’m sure of it.” Emilia said as she made her way into the room. The king sized bed was covered with rose petals. The petals flowed to a door that seemed to be the door to the bathroom. Wanting to see what was behind the door, Emilia opened it. The huge bathtub was also filled with rose petals. Jesus! Emilia felt heat rise up to her face. Going back to the room, she saw that Liam was already putting the candles off. The room looked romantic, too romantic.

Back at her luxurious hotel suite, Delilah sipped champagne, confident and smug. She stood before the mirror, admiring the crimson dress she’d chosen symbolic, dramatic, unforgettable. “She’ll crumble,” she muttered to herself. “They both will.” Just as she lifted her glass again, her tablet buzzed. A single message blinked on the screen. "Nice try. See you in court. H.F." She froze. Another notification appeared this time a link. She clicked.

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.

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She managed to ask, her voice trembling with awe. "Mhm… I am Delilah.” The voice replied, its tone filled with a profound fondness and familiarity. "You and I shall be forever connected... one heart, one mind." A surge of warmth and love radiated from Delilah, filling Visenya's heart with a renewed sense of empowerment and security. The moment was so profound, so captivating, that it moved Visenya beyond the capacity of words.

If it hadn’t been for Vahe’s wheelchair, she would never have met Albert. If she hadn’t fallen so deeply for Albert, she would never have gone to the city that day. And if she hadn’t gone, she wouldn’t have left Sara home alone. Or perhaps Sara would have gone anyway? These thoughts tortured Magdalena. She ran her thin, dehydrated hands over her daughter’s grave while promising her that she would take revenge.