Delilah You Novels & Stories

“Mom, you’re… it’s not true. It was just a bad nightmare. Go back to sleep now.” “Look,” Delilah began digging in her uniform top. I frowned, thinking, okay, this is definitely an episode. She took out a chain with a round pendant that I had not realize was hanging around her neck. She opened up the round pendant and showed me a picture of a little girl, light in complexion, with dark black fuzzy hair and dark black eyes, smiling from corner to corner with only a few teeth in her mouth, 8 maybe. A baby girl. As soon as I looked at that picture, my heart melted like it’s never been before. In that little girl’s eyes and smile, I saw Yoké’s smile! Her pointy nose and big forehead, just like mi

Unknown Location, The Other Woman The woman stood in front of a wide mirror, tracing the curve of her stomach with reverence and something colder, ambition. Her name was Delilah. Lucien’s final creation. Not a clone. Not a surrogate. But a savior, bred to finish what he started. In her veins ran the DNA of three people: Lucien. Alma. And a donor no one had ever identified. Behind her, a man entered the room. Tall. Shaved head. Eyes like winter steel.

“Because I hope that I will have grounds to fire her soon or that she will quit.” “That bad? How long has she been in the position?” I asked. “Four years, but between the two of them, I’d much rather keep the other woman who’s been doing it two years.” “Other woman?” I asked, then paused as the way he worded it clicked. “Wait, it’s a partnered position?” “Don’t worry. Delilah works very hard and is very dedicated to her job.” Delilah? What kind of name was that? How old was she? The name alone sounded ancient, especially since she was obviously born before the song that made it a popular name again. Grace once had it on her list of names for girls, along with a hundred others.

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

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

“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.”

the girl replied. She hurried down the bed and immediately inserted the headset into her ears when she finally got it then opened her camera. “I’m ready, babe . . .” Dahlia said in a seductive voice then positioned herself in front of the camera. “Are you ready for action?” “I am always ready for you, Dahlia. Me and my cock.”

“Maybe I want to be.” She stared at me for a second, then scoffed. “Stay away from me, motherfucker.” Just as I was about to speak, Caleb appeared at the bottom of the stairs, casually scrolling through his phone. Delilah froze mid-step, clutching her notebook and bag a little too tightly, eyes fixed on him with that ridiculous, hopeless adoration. My chest tightened. The way she stared at him felt like a punch straight to my gut. Delilah followed him to the kitchen removing something from her bag. I found myself going after them too.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

The older woman seemed to shiver slightly under the touch. "I’m just a simple woman running a café," Delilah said softly, her gaze firm but almost teasing. She lifted her hand, showing her clean palm. "See? No blood here. You really should trust me, Mrs. Hayden. I’m not the person you imagine." Mrs. Hayden gave a quick nod, eyes downcast. "I trust you, signora." "Good," Delilah replied. Satisfied, she smiled faintly. "I’ll be heading up to rest now."