Delirium Characters Novels & Stories

"Since your memory seems to need a jumpstart, allow me." I stared at the tips of his ears, which had gone instantly, violently red. "Who was it crying in my arms last night like a shattered porcelain doll? And who said he couldn't survive without me?" His complexion cycled from ashen to scarlet to something approaching translucent with shame. "That was... the injury caused temporary delirium—" He tried to turn away, but his breathing had gone ragged from my closeness. "Oh? And the crybaby on Mischief & Mayhem — was that temporary delirium too?"

Nathalie explains. "What do you mean she's unwell she looks okay.." Dimitri says. "Let's talk outside please, you'll understand everything." Dimitri gives up, Delilah was sobbing and what he came here for wasn't to make her cry. He exits the room with Nathalie leaving Delilah alone they both stood outside the room, Dimitri spoke first, "What happened to my wife ?" "Please forgive Lady Delilah, three months ago ever since she woke up from her coma, she's been diagnosed with systemized amnesia." Nathalie spoke bowing down her head.

Fortunately, before escaping from his room earlier, he had pocketed his smartphone. “Hello, Red.” "Hello, Del. Where are you?! It hasn't been long since I left, you just disappeared directly." "Sorry, Red. I have to go and now I need help from you." "What help? You should still be resting first, Del. Where are you now?" "I'm still in the hospital. I need your help to bring the wheelchair to the third floor. I'm waiting in room number two one two." "Do what? Who is it for?"

“Liam, come sit and eat with us. We’re just welcoming Dr. Quayle back after she completed her studies abroad.” Liam stared at me, but I pretended not to notice. “No need. My mom is waiting for me outside.” With that, he left in a hurry. “His mother has dementia and keeps wandering off.” “A former CEO is now delivering food. Life really is unpredictable…” “He brought it on himself for cheating on his wife with that mistress of his.” “Stop it! Dr. Quayle is here.” The next time I heard about Bianca was in the news. She had continued pursuing wealthy men and was ultimately strangled to death by someone a wife had hired, who then concealed her body in a freezer. Police later discovered it during

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

He glared at her pale face one last time and then marched away from her. Delilah, before closing the door, peeked to both the sides of the hallway and then locked the door. Ever since she saw Dallin into that form, she had a hard time sleeping or eating as her stress level and the nightmares had disturbed her pattern of eating and her sleep schedule as well. “I hope I find you here at least,” Delilah read the address on the piece of paper she wrote down in the internet café. It’s not like she hated Dallin, she was just not sure what her eyes saw. After that night, she thought about it countless times, coming up with theories about him and the one closed to his situation was that,

She directly scouted closer and changed the compress while James was grimacing and delirious at the same time. "Uhh…uh…huh…uh… Mom, don't, please don't!" whispered James in his sleep. He then caught Delilah's hand and clutched it. "Mr. J," Delilah gently called. "Please… uh… don't do that, Mom. Do not do it!" James muttered in tears as he grabbed Delilah's hand. Delilah continued to wipe James' forehead with his hand grasping hers. James kept delirious in his sleep by murmuring about his mom. It silences Delilah somehow. She just wished that James' fever would get down and he get well soon.

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.

"You're here. You're finally here." Victoria stood slowly, her movements controlled and deliberate. "Delilah. You look... unwell." "Unwell?" Delilah laughed, and the sound was like breaking glass. "I've been in a psychiatric ward for three days because of her." She gestured wildly at me. "Three days of doctors and nurses and medications, all because I had the audacity to tell the truth about what she really is." "And what is she?" Victoria asked, her voice dangerously quiet.

After sitting back in his car, his hands squeezed the steering wheel, a layer of sweat spilling out of his hands. After about ten minutes, someone called, it was from the hospital, saying that Delia had been irritated and was making noise about jumping off a building. Hayden just felt irritated inside, now that Otis was away, no one was taking care of Delia, and if he had someone to take care of her too, there would have to be another conflict with Leona. "Mr. George, what do you think we should do about this? Delia is emotionally unstable, probably because of the shadow left by witnessing that murder."