Delilah Song Novels & Stories

he added. Delilah’s gaze snapped to him, her smirk widening. “Madness?” She let go of Olive’s chin and stood up. “Madness is thinking your dearest Olive could ever be happy while I exist.” Olive’s hands trembled as she tightened her hold on her stomach. “You don’t have to do this, Delilah.” Delilah leaned in, her breath warm against Olive’s ear. “Oh, but I do,” she murmured. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

she said while chuckling. "Is he going to propose to you?" I questioned. She simply laughed and shook her head. Delilah, on the other hand, just laughs while drinking champagne. In the second verse, he sings, "How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby, I don't ever plan to find out." "I'll just go upstairs," Aries said quietly before standing up. I simply nodded and let him into the house. I just jammed with them and listened to Malcolm sing in front of me. Emilianna, on the other hand, is filming her boyfriend's singing. When I was hit by the camera, I smiled. I danced in my seat when he pointed the camera at me and laughed.

Who knows? Delilah chuckled, her tone dripped in mockery as her eyes scanned the space. “Oops,” she smacked her lower lip. “Looks like no one is coming to save you, little dove.” She released a series of laughter that made my chest hurt. I knew what that laughter meant. It meant that I was cooked. Delilah snorted as she wiped the tears below her eyelids while her hand grabbed her belly, and her laughter roared throughout the space. But almost immediately, her expression went cold as if she wasn't laughing just one second ago.

And by the end of my solo, everyone was clapping and shouting. After my turn it was jace's and I was seeing how uncomfortable he was. I know jace used to sing in front of people a while ago, but something happened to him and it made his confidence levels and self esteem go in the drain pipe. He hasn't told anyone what happened to him, but I'm sure its not good. He chose to sing "hey there delilah" by plain white t's It's an old classic, but a good old classic. And all the time he sang, he kept his eyes focused on me and my direction. Like I was his source for confidence, and I powered his self esteem.

Delilah said, as she stepped out of the dungeon cave. .... ♡

I focus my mind on her and only her, and everything else around me fades, even the assault being taken out on my body. Delilah's stunning face comes into view, smiling beautifully at me. I can't believe my eyes; she's here. I look around us, and we’re in a garden filled with flowers. I see Delilah's favorite and crouch down to pick one for her. She loves lilies.

Nina shrugged but Delilah ignored her knowing if she kept replying the talkative and tiny lady, they might end up not doing anything but talking till the day ends. Delilah sighed then sat up as she opened her drawers, Nina had returned to her table when she wasn't having any audience but Delilah still looked around carefully and immediately swallowed the several types and colours of medicines down her throat with a little sip of the water in her bottle. " Finally ran out of drugs," she sighed, palming her forehead with a sigh, how'd she live well without her medications now?

She looks up at him, and I step forward, making my presence known. “I’ll take it from here,” I say, my eyes meeting his. He nods, not arguing that the song is not yet over, and Layla looks between us. “Thanks for the dance, Julian,” she says, smiling up at him, and then she tip-toes. Cupping the back of his neck, she plants a soft kiss on his cheek, taking him by surprise too. Their eyes lock as if a silent exchange is taking place between them. It takes everything I have not to let the anger or possessiveness consume me. Placing a hand on her waist, I pull her towards me.

Daniel's home was not far from the Sinclair family's main residence, Sinclair Estate. It was a house with two entrances, two exits, and a patio. Usually, Daniel's wife, Thalia, would accompany her mother-in-law, Hilda, after dinner. The two women would do embroidery together, with Thalia usually making clothes for her unborn child or two sons. But tonight, not only did Thalia not show up at all, the sound of the children playing couldn't be heard either.

Mia bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, whimpering through her tears. "I researched the Duke's entire life! I hired someone to write a eulogy for me, and I've memorized every word! "Wouldn't it be nice for the Duke to know that a guest from a faraway land remembers him? But no, you just have to look down on me!" My husband, Robert Baker, sat nearby, his voice dripping with impatience. "What's your problem, Celine? Isn't it enough that you cause drama back home? Do you have to embarrass us abroad too?