Delilah You Novels & Stories

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

She was only twenty-two, married just two months ago to thirty-five-year-old Alpha Basil Gilbert. His thumb traced the edge of the page slowly, almost absently, as his gaze devoured the timeline. Two months ago, the realm had shifted irrevocably, Seraphina was crowned as Alpha Queen, Vivica marrying shortly after that. Every detail about Vivica was from after the marriage; her past, before the union, was pristine, unnervingly clean. Innocent. Until his eyes landed on her maiden surname. Vivica Dawson.

A bubble of embarrassment wash over Abigail when she realized what she predicted was happening when Noemi asked for Kobie to share. "I'm not sharing." Kobie yelled. "You haven't even touched yours you greedy bitch." Noemi yelled. "I'm saving it for last." Kobie defended himself while Delilah quickly chugged down on Theodore's side dish before she was asked to share. "So, Delilah how's your health ? Since you woke up from a coma you haven't gotten a single break. You need to take care of your health so you can produce a heir." Abigail recites, Delilah swallowed her food hard on the mention of an offering.

Let me give it more time. Once I get to my room I run to where my things are. I have not finished unpacking yet. I am still hoping something would happen and I will be out of here before I know it. I managed to bring Delilah’s journals with me. I have read them enough times to have them memorized, but maybe I missed something. How comes in their whole six year relationship, there is no mention of a child. It seems like a very huge thing to pass over, especially someone who mentions her outfits in the journal.

her voice dropped down to a cold and dark whisper, "unless you pose a threat to us or have tried to hurt Dorian." I groaned loudly, "You two, please stop acting so childish and let me talk to her." Adeline opened her mouth to protest but then clamped it shut when I threw a warning glare at her. When both the adult kids quieted down, I took a step toward the terrified witch and introduced myself politely, "Hi, I am Delilah Dimitri." She already knew that information but I thought it to be the best way to start the conversation. Her fear-filled eyes were still fixated on my shoulder as she nodded her head once, "I am Victoria Delgado."

The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them. I knew that with a woman like this—long deprived, her desires finally stirring—I couldn't afford to back off halfway. I had to strike while the iron was hot. So I steered the conversation lower. "Delilah, how do you keep your figure so perfect?" "Just dancing and doing yoga every day. Though lately I feel like my thighs might be getting thicker." "Thicker?" I leaned closer and gently tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Stand up. Let me get a good look—see if they've thickened or not…"

I feel compelled to be friendly to her, even though I don’t know her. “Oh, silly me.” When she laughs and sets down her bag, which looks like an old school doctor’s bag. I can’t help but think her laugh sounds like bells tinkling in the air. “My name is Delilah. I’m a special advisor to the Luna Regent and the Goddess Foundation. I was the one who pulled the poison from your system after your brother attacked you.” “Oh, well then. I, uh, I owe you my life. Thank you.” I want to bow my head, but I can’t bring myself to look away from her eyes, which seem to have changed color to a lighter shade of blue.

Delilah stood outside the pack house, watching through the window as Kara and disappeared down the hallway. Her nails dug into her palms. This wasn’t over. Zarek could say whatever he wanted. He could choose Kara, defend her, carry her around like she was something precious. But Delilah had spent too many years by his side to let some weak little human steal everything she’d worked for. Not now. Not ever. She turned, disappearing into the darkness, already planning her next move. And this time, she wouldn’t fail.

I chortled. The curly-haired girl stood up and introduced herself. "I am Delilah and it's lovely to meet you, Declan," she took my hand and gave it a subtle shake. Her palms were soft and smooth... 'I bet it will feel better gliding over your cock,' Maddox chuckled, and I giggled back through the link. Delilah was the one. I knew I told Dimitri I would fuck a witch tonight, but this human was perfect. "Oh, dear sweet Hecate!" Sophia screamed.