Delilah Song Novels & Stories

Her smile stretched too wide, too shiny, like it was painted on. It didn’t look nice to me. It reminded me of a snake hiding in tall grass, waiting to strike. The apples gleamed too, but in my head I saw them turning black if I touched them. “Don’t eat it,” I whispered into Petal’s cloth ear, squeezing her so tight her button almost popped. Delilah’s eyes flickered, sharp like she could read my thoughts. She bent lower, her perfume heavy, sweet at first but sour underneath. “Little dove,” she sang, kneeling low. “I brought you something sweet. Come, have a bite.”

Vanessa mocked, laughing gleefully. Sharp teeth pierced through Selene's limbs. But compared to the physical pain tearing away at her body, the pain in her heart was far worse. She forced open her mouth and, with the last of her strength, said, "A fitting end for you… is death… If I get another chance at life, I'll kill you with my own hands!" As her consciousness faded, Selene seemed to hear a familiar cry. "Selly!" However, she could no longer tell whose voice it was.

a whisper of the voice I have longed to hear for a year responds. "Delilah is that you darling?" I stand. "Yes Dalia it's me," her voice is weak. "Are you okay?" She hesitates long enough for me to know she's not. "I think this is it D," I can tell she's scared. "Where are you baby?" I ask, putting on my shoes.

Since when did she get so deliciously cruel? I leaned forward until my face was inches from the cold metal, letting the grin do the talking. “Because you know what I'd do to those pretty legs of yours if I get out, yeah?” Caleb, still gasping from the last shove, jabbed a finger at me. “You can’t—” he started, but Delilah cut him off with a hard, flat look that made even his whining falter. “You’re pathetic, Caleb,” she said, voice cold as ice. “Stop wasting oxygen.” Then, softer but still loud enough for me to hear, “Don’t make me regret coming.”

the younger woman said, “My name is Delilah.” "Right." Emilia’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. "I know you probably remember from that outburst in the studio." She paused, examining her manicure. "I let my anger blind me. You know how frustrating it is to see what you've worked so hard for, to be stolen from right under your nose by a cheap, undeserving slut?" Around them, the music and scattered conversations continued. No one was paying attention yet. Delilah's set her phone down slowly, remaining maddeningly calm. "I don't."

“He will only punish me more.” “Then sing with me... sing that song that your mother used to sing to you,” Delilah gently suggested. “Delilah...” Visenya hesitated. “Come on... sing it,” Delilah insisted, her voice filled with warmth. Reluctantly, Visenya began to sing the song from her childhood. It was the same melody that her mother would sing to Synora now, to lull her into a peaceful slumber. As she sang, Visenya felt herself slowly drifting off to sleep, the comforting memories of her mother soothing her troubled mind. Hours passed, and she was eventually awakened by a gnawing hunger and a full, aching bladder.

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.

Her eyes rake down my body, lingering. “Aight, bet. What’s your name?” “Delilah.” Her voice is smooth, low, like honey dripping. She’s already eyeing me like she’s deciding how she wants it. “Cool. Delilah… real quick—rate my drip, one to ten. Fresh fit today. Feel me?”

Even with the blood on her lips, Delilah was still smiling, licking the blood. "Stay away from me" Sylvester glared and walked out with Jaemin. "Even his harshness turns me on, why can't I stop?" Delilah laughed, dipping her hand into the shorts she's wearing. She touched her p*ssy and brought it out. Her juice was already all-over it. She licked it all and backed the wall, then she pulled down the shorts completely, fingering herself like that. "Damn! Sylvester!" She screamed, pushing in her own fingers.

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