Delilah Novel Novels & Stories

Calix cried and cried; the burden of guilt started to eat him out. “Don’t worry.” His ears perked up as soon as he heard that voice. Calix immediately turned his head and threw a murderous glare at the woman who was smiling at him like a creep. “What have you done to Diana, Delphyne?” He raged, his eyes shooting daggers. Delphyne snorted and moved towards him, her heels clanking against the tiles. “Nothing much. Just erased her from our lives.” She told him casually.

Delilah's POV My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place. When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

The small room felt hot, and the air was thick with Emilia’s perfume as the women stared each other off. Emilia finally sighed and rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” She snapped again. Fixing her hair to look busy. Delilah raised the book. “I need to know. What inspired this book of yours? Tell me everything.” A knowing smile spread across her lips as she saw the book. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look like she was high on Mount Everest. “It came from my college days, Delilah. All the stories we’d hear about these whoring, loose girls screwing boys all over school, while acting like saints.

So, Delilah walked inside the room to check what book was lying on Marie’s bed. As she reached the bedside, she quickly got hold of the diary. Wanting to make the most of the time when Marie and Rebecca were not at home, she opened the cover and flipped the pages real fast. Delilah always interfered in Marie’s space and did not respect her privacy at home. But she took care not to do such things in front of her own daughter because she did not want Rebecca to turn against her.

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.

Her soft-spoken tone mixed with her warm and kind demeanor angered Karmina. "I have never seen you before." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are you a new Witch?" "I am not." Delilah replied. "I am here as part of the Counsel, however." She walked over to the other side of the wall, just out of sight. There was a scraping sound of wood against stone as Delilah dragged a chair from around the corner and placed it in front of the cell. She took off her cloak and draped it across the back. Delilah wore an elegant white dress that fit her form. White pearls embroidered over the chest in a heart-shaped pattern. As the pearls met at the bottom of this heart, just where the skirt began, lacing

“But you, love, are new. This should be interesting.” Savannah opened her mouth to respond, but the words lodged in her throat like stones. Behind her, the house hummed with a dangerous calm. Outside the window the city glittered oblivious. Delilah turned then, the silk of her dress whispering, and as she crossed toward the door she glanced over her shoulder, a casual threat on her lips. “Don’t be so quick to trust what men say when they leave things out,” she intoned. “It’s the omissions that kill you.”

“What is this?” “I have a story for you, Daughters,” Delilah said, sitting on a high white stool. “When I was your age, I had two best friends. We were a trio. Inseparable.” My 'Noir' persona stirred, a low growl of warning in my mind. She was lying. Every word felt like a trap. “My dearest friend was named Helena,” Delilah said, looking at me with fake affection. “She had a beautiful daughter. Daniels.”

Delilah says deviously as she stared at her self in the mirror And suddenly remember she had to feed gracious her afternoon meal She then pick of the food and goes down to the basement and before she could come down the last step she was struck by a chair She the falls down to the ground as her sight began to blur And began hear a female’s voice “I told you that I would get you right, you stupid little b*tch and just look at you on the floor just like the useless hag you are,” Delilah says as she struck her once more with the chair and threw it away as he made her way upstairs She then goes to the front door and realizes it was locked and immediately went for the back door As she opened the

Daddy's Beach Girl Intro- Delilah had gone for a trip in a little cabin at the beach with her sexy daddy which promises glorious sex upon sex Deliah's P.O.V. "Come on, baby.” She glanced up from her erotic novel in hand which she was reading as she stared up at see Dex standing in front of her, a huge blanket held in his hand. He crooked a finger at her .