Delilah Novel Novels & Stories

I'm trying so hard not to doubt her. “Bet you’re good in bed,” Cheryse purred, leaning closer. “Delilah? Total whore. Obsessed with Caleb since she was a kid. Never died, that obsession. And now Caleb’s after her… she’s going to fall right into his arms.” Something dark flickered inside me. The kind of darkness that made me want to snap her neck. She had always been a thorn in Delilah’s side back in college, and now… now, she was testing me. But Jon wouldn’t approve if I killed someone in his house. Delilah wouldn’t approve. That mattered more than anything.

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”

When Ruby saw her staring at her, she felt discomfort and tried to cover up what she had exposed but there was no way she could. "You don't need to cover anything. You have already exposed it while coming here so it's nothing special. We are both girls and I am not interested in my gender. Before I thought you and Hera are the same but now I think you two are different. The two of you are different in your approach towards men. Disgusting." "Who are you?" "I am Gab Willy's sister, Delilah Williams." She introduced herself. "Delilah...? The famous actress that...you? Hold on, but what are you doing here? The two of you are related? But how?" Ruby was surprised. How did she miss out on this im

She wanted to find out if things ever got back to how they used to be…but by the looks of how things were going…it wouldn’t… After all, their son was here, but neither of them were here with him… Delilah bit her lips as the remaining pages thinned, she was almost at the end, and it only kept getting worse. The way Loilitha felt was exactly how Delilah felt now… ‘Like a butterfly without wings.’ ‘Like a bird locked in a cage.’ Those words she’d written while being locked up in a dungeon were heart-wrenching and Delilah wanted to cry, in fact tears pricked her eyes as she finally made it to the last entry. She was scared to read it, scared that this page would dismantle her miserably, and yet

Little did they know, I was the spider in the web, craving every cock that crossed my path—theirs included, but never only theirs. By evening, as I showered off the oil—hot water cascading over my body, soaping my tits till suds dripped from nipples, fingers plunging my cunt again to another quick cum—I plotted. Tomorrow, the teasing escalated. They loved me possessively, I'd love them back—with my body, for now. But Delilah always gets what she wants.

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

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I walked out without another glance, my assistant falling into step beside me like a shadow. “Clear my afternoon,” I told him at the elevator. “I want to be alone.” He nodded and disappeared. Good. I rarely craved solitude, but today the air felt different, charged even. The memory of soft, desperate moans still lingered in the back of my mind, little storm breaking apart in my hands. Delilah was free now and dangerous in the way only intelligent, wounded women could be. I had always been curious about her, and last night had done nothing to dull that edge. If anything, it sharpened it.

How pathetic. Delilah’s every movement screamed tension. She pretended to smile, but her eyes kept darting toward me, sharp and probing. She had found what she wanted. I could see it in the way she looked at me as if she finally knew. Good. I wanted her to know. Because I was not here to hide anymore. I was here to burn every piece of her stolen paradise to ash. --- Halfway through dinner, she broke. The sound of her fork hitting her plate sliced through the conversation.

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.