Delilah You Novels & Stories

I interjected, my voice tinged with frustration as I stared at Delilah, hoping she would finally understand. "Please, let her speak," Margaret cautioned, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and concern. Undeterred by my interruption, Delilah continued, her voice laced with a touch of awe. "Our friend here is the plainest amongst us all. She was born for great things. It's incredible that she still wears human skin when she's truly a goddess. She had a one-on-one encounter with Derenzantrafiakiloma, the one who reads minds. That entity visited her in human form," Delilah revealed, causing our eyes to widen in astonishment.

She insists, "You had sex with me. The article said that you've only had sex with two people and I am one of them. It's so obvious that you're not over me. My name is Delaney, and Dels could be short for Delaney." "But it's not short for Delaney." I explain, grabbing Delilah by the waist and pulling her in front of me. I wrap my arms around her protectively, "Dels is short for Delilah, my wife, and the article is about her." I decide to be extra clear with my explanation.

She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?” Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?” Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth. “What are you busy again with, D? Is it Adam?” Missy marched for Delilah’s direction. She snatched the phone away from her reach and moved to hide behind Valentine as she read the words in their friend’s phone.

Melissa's POV How on earth did she know me too well to have called my exact name? I thought it was hidden indeed. What was Delilah up to? Since when has she found out about me? “A deal ?” I asked as I returned my gaze to lady Delilah. “Yes. A deal. Looking at it, we both want something from each other. Or we have something that we both want. Why don't we just make it easier for ourselves” She replied

"You think you're clever, don't you? Playing these little games, dropping these little hints. But you're forgetting something, Dania, I'm not some naive little girl who can be pushed aside by a pretty face and a tight ass." "No one's trying to push you aside," Delilah said, her voice all innocence. "You're his wife. You have the ring, the house, the last name. The history." She paused. "I just have his present. And maybe his future, depending on how things go." The instructor's voice cut through their tension bubble. "Alright everyone, let's begin! Find your mats and we'll start with some centering breaths." As people around them began to settle, Delilah spoke, loud enough "Emilia?"

Udal narrowed his eyes while bearing the pain of Hwata squeezing his arm as he asked, "Do you know me, girl?" "Yes, my lord!" Delilah's eyes lit up with excitement. "My name is Delilah Gosling, heiress to the Calebton Gosling clan and its junior chief. I've been hearing tales of Caleb's exploits here in Middleton City, and it really is him! He's an old friend and coming from the same town as him, I'm as excited as I am honored!" Blinking her pretty eyes at Udal, she pressed, "My lord, will you do me the honor of joining me for a few drinks?"

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Delilah didn't have to be left alone because then, a woman approached her and Delilah remembered her in a single glance. She was the same woman whom she found with Nathaniel that night and thought that he cheated on her with that woman. What was she doing there? “You?” she murmured, confused as well as not so happy to see her in the party. “Advika,” she introduced herself, offering her hand. “Nice to meet you.” Delilah didn't accept the greetings, keeping her sharp eyes focused on Advika. So, she was an Indian! Her audacity to come and greet her was insane.

CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV "This is CNN Breaking News: Senator Alexander Harrington's daughter, Delilah Harrington, is alive tonight after a terrifying attack on the George Washington Parkway left her SUV hanging dangerously close to the edge of the Potomac bridge. Authorities say the twenty-two-year-old Yale graduate was chased by armed men before taking control of the vehicle herself and managing to stop it from crashing into the river below. Police are investigating the incident as a possible assassination attempt, while many are calling her survival nothing short of a miracle."

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."