Delilah Shot In Head Novels & Stories

He chuckled softly and pressed his forehead on mine before taking a deep breath. His love? What did he mean by that? No, no, no, I heard wrong. Maybe the gunshots affected my ears. I looked around and saw Delilah and two guards' dead bodies falling on the ground. I gasped as I saw Delilah's dead body. Poor girl. She's sick and she needed help. But I also couldn't blame Nicolas. The situation was too complicated and if he didn't shoot her, I would be dead. But still, she needed help.

He took a sip of bourbon, his tone easy. “Sera’s young. Doesn’t know how to handle pressure from rival crews. You’re experienced, Vi. You always make it home.” Ironic. Seraphina alone was unsafe. But me, the Donna of the Valentino family, I was “fine.” “Trip go okay?” he asked, offhand. The plane had nearly torn apart in the sky. I didn’t have the energy to tell him. “Fine.” I walked into the master bath and froze. On the marble counter sat a tube of custom foundation. Next to it, a small, matte-black pistol.

“You! What are you doing here?“ She asked. Hadn't she paid them never to show up again? Black's lips twitched. “You recognize them?“ He asked with a little smile. Realizing that she had sold herself out, Delilah shook her head, but it was already too late. “We deserve to die!“ The men said as they knelt on the ground. Black sighed again. He turned to Natalie, whose eyes were wide open. “Honey, do you know them?“ He asked. Though she was not happy with the way he called her, Natalie slowly nodded her head. “They are the men that took me to the hospital for abortion that day… they said that you wanted the child killed…” The two men trembled. “It was her! She told us to say that!“ They said whi

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

The entire venue fell hush in an instant. Delilah's smile froze on her face. She whirled around to stare at the large screen, her eyes widening and pupils contracting sharply. Her ferocious face had just appeared on the huge screen behind her. The video was from three days ago, after she'd gotten tipsy from the alcohol and sat by my bed, bragging about how she'd managed to outsmart the police and set me up in the fire. Then, the scene changed. Dakota's cold voice appeared.

“Liam, come sit and eat with us. We’re just welcoming Dr. Quayle back after she completed her studies abroad.” Liam stared at me, but I pretended not to notice. “No need. My mom is waiting for me outside.” With that, he left in a hurry. “His mother has dementia and keeps wandering off.” “A former CEO is now delivering food. Life really is unpredictable…” “He brought it on himself for cheating on his wife with that mistress of his.” “Stop it! Dr. Quayle is here.” The next time I heard about Bianca was in the news. She had continued pursuing wealthy men and was ultimately strangled to death by someone a wife had hired, who then concealed her body in a freezer. Police later discovered it during

After all, once someone was dead, they would view everything with complete indifference. Delilah kneeled in front of our parents' graves for a whole week. It wasn't until the eighth day that she finally opened her parched lips, looking completely dead in the eyes as she barely mustered enough strength to speak. "Mom, Dad, I'm going to accompany you all in the afterlife to make things right. I'll also apologize to Bennett." Having said that, she walked toward the edge of the cliff as if she were only an empty shell of a person. She gazed at the distant horizon for a long while, and then, without a trace of hesitation or longing for this world, she stepped forward and fell.

she cried, dropping the torch, match and the canister of oil. In the distance, she saw all the villagers and in front of them was Rila, her hand suspended in the air with bow on it. She shot Maria. All the wind suddenly came rushing at Serra, filling her lungs with the bitter truth. She breathed hard. Her head felt like severed in pain. "Nooo!" she cried again, filling the air with despair and loss.

Another gun shot was heard and Hwan fell to the ground. Bruno scooped Delilah (Aviva) off the ground, he rushed to his car with her still unconscious. “Till death do us part!!.” He whispered. “Till you kill me..” Delilah murmured in a weak voice, she managed to wrap her arms around his neck and rest her bleeding head on his shoulder. Bruno kissed her forehead and laid her on the passenger seat, Delilah (Aviva) held the side of her stomach, she laid chest out, her back was filled with bruises.

In the struggle, she inadvertently scratched Jonathan's face, intensifying the sadistic joy he derived from the situation. As Noah advanced towards the injured Delilah, she prayed for a miracle. Her attention remained fixed on her son, who was desperately reaching out to her. In a moment of desperation, Delilah spotted a long rod at her feet. Swiftly, she seized the rod and delivered a decisive blow to Noah's head. Stunned and injured, Noah momentarily lost control. Seizing the opportunity, Delilah sprinted towards Jonathan, who retaliated by brandishing a knife and pressing it against Nathan's neck.