Delilah Shot In Head Novels & Stories

But then… CRACK. The shot rang out sharp as lightning. Delilah’s body jerked forward, her eyes going wide. Blood blossomed across her shoulder. And then another. This time it hit her chest. “NO!” I yelled so loud that everyone around seemed to jump. She stumbled back, gasping. I ran towards her, wanting to shield her body. I followed the sound, my eyes landing on him. Giovanni. Standing at the edge of the clearing, his pistol still raised, smoke curling from the barrel.

He drew his gun slowly. Delilah’s grin didn’t fade. She spread her arms wide, mockingly. “Go on then, child. Prove you’re not weak. Prove you’re not me.” Kane’s eyes hardened. “I’m nothing like you,” he said. And then the shot echoed through the ruined hall. Delilah staggered, surprise flickering across her features before her body hit the marble floor. Her blood spread in a dark halo around her, mingling with the ashes of the fire.

"Someone in this room has to own a lighter, I'll probably ask your cousin." "Kobie doesn't smoke you bitch." Delilah hissed at Arielle who couldn't get enough of her reaction. "Fine. Let me tell you something.." Arielle says hooking the cigarette in between her fingers. "One of the hitmen wears an eye patch." Those were her final words before bidding Delilah a good night. Delilah stood alone wondering which person in the entire room was her hitmen. A part of her didn't think this was real, while a whole of her was panicking.

Stacy had not seen Delilah’s this phase before, she was surprised Delilah didn’t kill her right there. Once Delilah slammed the door on Stacy’s face, she picked up the phone to keep it somewhere safe, where she could use it against Stacy. Her eyes fall upon the half awake Dallin, who was watching her with a smile on his face. Her heart melted, bringing tears to her eyes. Poor Dallin, he had no idea what had just happened here, Delilah felt awful for him. “One Delilah is gone?” he uttered under his breath and rested his head back again.

His presence here is enough to tell me that. "I am going to fucking kill you!" The second thug roars, pointing his gun at me. The man on the floor cries out in pain, making the one holding the weapon shift his attention and giving me the upper hand. I move quickly, getting the gun out of his hand and shooting him in the heart. He cries out before dropping to the ground. I don’t waste another second and run to where I placed Delilah. Picking her up, I run out of the building with her in my arms. I put her in the back seat of the car and head to the nearest hospital.

Delila’s face was pale. Her whole body trembled. She clung to her parents, tears streaming down her face as she had done before, while begging them over and over to believe her. Kelvin frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “Even now, you’re still trying to wriggle out of it.” With that, he projected a USB drive onto the makeshift screen. “The dashcam footage has been recovered. The truth will be revealed shortly.” The final moments before my death was replayed, scene by scene. Delila’s shrill cry of “I want you dead!” echoed in everyone’s ears.

The air between them pulsed with raw energy. Delilah took a deep, shaky breath, her shoulders rising as her hands curled into fists. Her face twisted into something ugly. “You should be dead,” she hissed. Olive couldn't speak. Her body had locked up the moment Delilah pulled the trigger, and now she was stuck in the aftermath, her limbs useless, her mind blank.

“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.”

Halvor pulled out a gun and pressed it against her head and roared, “One last chance! Where is the research data?” Jeanne’s face paled. She immediately knelt before Halvor and pleaded, “Delilah has nothing to do with this. She doesn’t know anything. Ask me instead.” “Mom, get up!” Delilah yelled, ignoring the gun pressed against her head. “Speak!” Halvor grabbed the handle of the gun and smashed it against Delilah’s head. Blood immediately oozed out, and she collapsed to the floor. Before she could react, Halvor began beating her up. The excruciating pain contorted her face.