Delirium Characters Novels & Stories

I set down my cutlery and wipe my mouth with the napkin. “There is a group of rival mobsters gathering in Quia—” “Alright, alright, I hear you, Zeb. You sound like a broken record.” I glance past him and notice Piattos standing there. Piattos was Nova’s personal butler, and now he has been left behind, abandoned just like the rest of us. I rush past Zeb and slip through the secret passage leading down to the mansion’s underground basement. Beneath Don Vladimir’s home lies an entire network of cells and holding areas.

The sterile lights of the maximum-security medical ward cast sharp shadows against the walls. The sound of a heartbeat monitor pulsed in rhythmic defiance of the silence. Delilah sat in a white gown, her long hair unbraided and wild like a lioness in captivity. She looked older somehow, despite her youth, haunted. Her hands were folded in her lap, cuffed with thin titanium restraints. She hadn’t spoken since her capture. Until now. She turned to the glass wall and stared at the figures standing just outside it, Roman and Alma.

“You’re the healer! You should have known! You should have stopped it!” Linda struggled in her grip, gasping. “I—I didn’t—” “I trusted you!” Delilah’s voice was a snarl, raw with betrayal. “Did you not notice he was sick? Did you not see something was wrong?” Tears spilled down Linda’s face. “I didn’t know! I—I thought he was fine—” “Fine?!” Delilah’s claws extended, her body trembling with fury. “Look at him! Does he look fine?!”

A Z R I E L My eyes blazed with fury as I took in the horrifying scene before me. My mate, Delilah, was chained to the bed, bloodied and injured, with Layla and Carmen standing over her like malevolent shadows. The room was filled with an aura of darkness and pain, but I remained unyielding, my resolve solidifying. My heart clenched tightly at the sight of her tears filled eyes. She looked drained, exhausted. All signs of light had died in her eyes, replaced with a fallen and hopeless expression.

It’s a wife's intuition" Emilia tried to sound cold. “I know my husband, he would never do anything to harm me. You’ve just been messing with him. I’ve heard all the rumors about you. You’re nothing but a mere stripper.” For the first time, Delilah's composure cracked slightly. Her eyes widened just a fraction before she recovered. "That must be very difficult for you, Mrs Romano," Delilah said carefully. "You’ve been reduced to hallucinations and hearing things that are not real. Stress can do strange things to a person's mind. I’m just your husband’s assistant. You’re seeing threats where there aren't any."

My appetite was long gone. After Scarlett, none came into my room. The whole house was a mess. Shattered glasses, furniture, and blood were everywhere. The next morning, I woke up with a bitter headache and red eyes. I managed to freshen up and take a quick shower but didn't make a move to leave the room. The previous night's activities would keep rolling in my mind if I let myself get outside. I couldn't believe that Delilah was dead. I never thought that Delilah was mentally ill. She just needed help but her father used her as a weapon and forced her into his criminal organization.

"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.

She had gotten into multiple conflicts and been put in solitary confinement several times. She still did not believe she had done anything wrong and continued to complain that I was 'heartless and ungrateful'. She claimed I had ruined her life. Her three brothers were not doing well in prison either. Their arrogance led to frequent beatings. By the time they were released, one had lost an eye, one walked with a limp, and one had a hunched back. If Chloe had recognized her place from the beginning and not indulged in delusional fantasies, and if her three brothers had understood boundaries and not been greedy and overbearing, they would not have ended up like this.

The crowd erupted into confusion and chaos, their questions and doubts mingling with the roar of their reactions. “I have been deceitful,” I continued, raising my voice to be heard over the tumult. “Darius was mentally ill and had committed horrific acts against women from other packs. Luna and I were aware of his condition but kept his true crimes hidden from all of you. Darius was obsessed with Edeline. None of us realized the full extent of his obsession until we uncovered his actions.”

"If you want to survive, hand over your beast cores. Otherwise, you will end up like this person!" A man stepped out. His words seemed like a command as he addressed the trapped people. This person was none other than Delirus. In these few days, he had been attacking participants one after another.