Delilah You Novels & Stories

"She's my Deli. She's my future mate!" "She's mine! Delilah belongs to me!" Elijah snapped, his voice booming. "I will never give her to anyone, especially not to you, Jeremy Davenport!"

I placed the glass of water beside her and said, "Mrs. Montenegro was concerned about you, miss. She wanted me to bring you some water." Riezel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again. But then, to my surprise, she reached out and grasped my arm. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" she said, her voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Riezel's eyes were pleading, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. "My name is Delilah, miss." I said, trying to sound neutral. Riezel's grip on my arm tightened. "I've noticed the way Raphael looks at you, Delilah. He seems to trust you, to value your opinion. And I was wondering...could you help me get closer to him?"

Felix got dressed and opened the door, and he blurted out in shock, "Delilah?" Even though the woman at the door wore sunglasses and a mask, Felix immediately recognized her. It was Delilah—also known to the public as the superstar, Dreamscape. Once inside, Delilah took off the disguise, leaned in close, and sniffed the air. She said with a smirk, "Yup, definitely another woman's scent in here. So Nerissa's not around, huh? And you're still living the good life, I see." Felix felt a little awkward. Delilah was right—he had literally just finished hooking up with Zara. He asked, "Delilah, how did you even know I was here? Is something going on?"

~Ezinne~ Minutes later, Delilah had finished adorning me in my attire, and I looked splendid in the reflection that greeted me from the mirror. While I was fully capable of dressing myself, Delilah's expert touch as a professional stylist made the experience distinctly enjoyable. I watched her carefully through the mirror as she placed the final piece of jewellery on me, reflecting the light with a subtle shimmer. I had seen all the exchanges between her and Kael—the stolen glances filled with unspoken words, her cheeks tinted with colour whenever he passed, their fingers brushing and clinging briefly. Catching her eye in the mirror, I offered her a knowing smile, to which she responded with

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

That was because she was the very first female I touched after the death of my supposed Luna. Everyone called her Del but her name was Delilah. She is beautiful and soft all over. I loved my woman fleshy, and she had all the qualities. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but I gradually got drowned in it. It was the only way I knew to drown my frustration.

“Okay… maybe let’s all take a breath—” “No, Delilah ,” Alex cut her off. “She lied to you. She lied to me. And she’s putting herself in danger for what? A guy twice her age with a God complex?” “That’s not fair,” I snapped. “You don’t know him.” Alex scoffed. “Oh right. Because you do? You know the real him after a few weeks? You think you’re special? You’re just the next girl he’s pulling into his weird little world.”

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

Her stomach aligned proudly with her tiny waist which gave way decently for her average buttocks behind her, her shapely hips stood perfectly on her long, sexy legs. She hadn't the time to take care of herself like the other ladies of her age else she'd have been in the list of one of the most notorious playgirls back in HY city. Sighing, Delilah combed her hair with her fingers for the last time before walking back into the large living room but Carter wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the other bathroom so she proceeded outside and there he was, his hands on the railings as he scrolled on the tablets in his hand.

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.