Delilah You Novels & Stories

Delilah's POV Theophilus and Gregory Winslow, the rejected fifty-year-old twin sons of eighty-year-old Alpha Richard Winslow, are getting married to me, Delilah Hunt, the scorned daughter of an outcast warlock and deceased werewolf mother. This wedding is sure to be the talk of the season.

*** ~~Ashley~~ *** My blood is boiling hot in anger. My head is spinning. It's — her. That bitch. She's all of the news. My brain is trying to place this. Delilah died, in a car accident, that night it was real. We all saw it. Her funeral. Everything about her ended. How come she's here? How come she's alive. How did she pull this off? I force a breath down my lungs, but it's not working.

"A lady is at the main entrance. She's not part of the guests; I guess she came in today, and she insisted on seeing Beta Caleb." "A lady?" I repeated, my interest piqued. "Describe that lady," I said to Ragnar. "The closest omega," Ragnar replied. "She's the only one who could be the person. She's tall, about five to six feet tall, and she's wearing a short red gown. She said her name is Delilah." "Delilah," Caleb repeated after Ragnar, his voice low and even. "Delilah is here? How? Why? Who allowed her in?" It was as if there was a backstory I didn't know about.

Delilah said as she tried to stand. “ Delilah?” the voice said. When Delilah looked up, it was none other than Whitney. “ Whitney!” Delilah yelled and immediately they enveloped themselves in a bear hug. “ I cant believe I’ll still see you” Delilah said.” You know there was this man that has been following me” she said as she turned around and didn’t see the man. Immediately they both felt someone grip their arms roughly.

She managed to ask, her voice trembling with awe. "Mhm… I am Delilah.” The voice replied, its tone filled with a profound fondness and familiarity. "You and I shall be forever connected... one heart, one mind." A surge of warmth and love radiated from Delilah, filling Visenya's heart with a renewed sense of empowerment and security. The moment was so profound, so captivating, that it moved Visenya beyond the capacity of words.

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?”

“But the other times we spent time together… I like you, Colin. I really like you.” “But you’re engaged to Spencer,” Colin says softly, shaking his head. “And I’m stuck in the dungeon now, being blamed for a murder I didn’t commit. What are we supposed to do now?” Delilah hesitates, clearly thinking for a moment. I can see the steely determination glinting in her gaze. I know Delilah now–I’ve seen her at her best and her worst. I know the kind of person she is, and all the way at the center of her being is an overwhelmingly powerful source of drive and determination. It doesn’t matter whether she’s choosing to use her ambition for good or for bad–when she wants something, she chases after it

Her gaze remained fixed on him, and it was clear that she was waiting for an answer to her question earlier. “Brielle…” He drawled with a sigh, but she wasn’t fazed at all. “What did you say earlier about Lady Delilah? I didn’t quite catch what you said.” Scoffing inwardly, knowing she was lying, Darius, however, obliged and replied. “I said, Lady Delilah is no longer alive. I murdered her.” “Why? What happened? Did she do anything to..." She began to say something, but Darius interrupted her.

“And when you fall, I’ll be there to take everything you’ve ever cared about.” The door creaked open, and Delilah stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She surveyed Damian with a raised brow, her red lips curling into a smirk. “Plotting world domination again?” Damian turned to her, his expression cold but amused. “Something like that. What do you want, Delilah?” She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I thought you might want to know—I have a little information. Something about Emma.”

Delilah explained stopping me once she had closed the door and entered the living room to face me, Elijah still standing close behind her as he listened to her speak to me “she has stopped cheating on King Ned a while after I was born, she had reached what she wanted, proving that she could have a child without the mating, even if the mating did exist, what she did not calculate was that her son would end up finding his mate, and that he would love that mate, she wanted you to be with Celine, Celine was her protégé, somehow, she knew how she was, and Celine knew how mother was, she did not really need to change anything in her, but Kiara coming ruined that for her, in her eyes, mother lost c