Delphine Orphan Black Novels & Stories

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

a voice rang out from the other end. After hearing that, he hung up the call. He brings out a pearl necklace from his pocket waving it at her face. “So you remember me after all! Now, are those my kids?! Why did you take long before coming back to blackmail me?” Black said to her. Daphne didn’t expect him to arrive at that any time before but now she’s trapped. She thinks Black to be a bad man and there’s no way in hell she would risk telling him that she was pregnant from that night.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

One I am finally curing. He stood, his height dwarfing the room, and moved toward the table where the feast was laid out. "Forget him for a moment. Eat. You look like you haven't slept since the Nightfall Territory turned on the Blackmoor pack." I followed, taking a seat as he pulled it out for me, the gesture surprising me with its quiet grace. My pocket vibrated, the notification flashing on my screen. I smirked. "Raze just sent word. Delmar Blackmoor has taken the fall for Seraphina. Twenty years behind bars, potentially life. He’s the sacrificial lamb."

Blood red paint drips from her lashes and nose, rolling down to the bottom of the canvas. I should leave her alone. There’s no reason for me to have taunted her like I did the other day, but something about her presence here unnerves me. She’s not supposed to be here. She can’t be here. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun while I do what I can to send her running back to wherever the hell she came from in hopes she’s still got a fucking chance of walking away from this unscathed. She’s in New Orleans tonight. Maybe that’s a good thing, given how active the dark corners in the house are tonight. A scratching sound–like nails along a chalkboard–scurries overhead, knocking dust loos

Naomi looked up, then down at her plate, then back at the stage—and smiled, tentative and true. Delphine drifted toward the alley like a woman who had remembered she left the oven on, and not because she saw a shadow detach from the transformer pole. She didn’t run. She didn’t tip her hand. She simply arrived in the mouth of the alley at the same time as a man in cuffed trousers and slick shoes finished writing something on a clipboard that no city insignia had asked for. “Evenin’,” Delphine said, sweet as a blade. “You lost?”

I stood there stupidly, held solid by Mama Delphine’s magical binding. Mama Delphine clucked her tongue and shuffled past us to the little crate by the wall. She plucked up a fat hen, whispered against its feathers, then, quick, wrung its neck with a sharp twist. No softness. No ceremony. Blood ran down her wrist. She grinned at me like we were sharing a joke. “The swamp hungry,” she said, turning for the door. “She feed, she listen. She listen, she keep quiet.”

After making sure the ground was clear, she started her plan. Delphyne glided her left hand down to her gown and carefully removed a flask that she had hidden in her cape. She kept her eyes on Orkus who was engrossed in celebrating the recovery of his son. Uncapping it, she stealthily poured the liquid on Zachary’s fingers and sprinkled some on Orkus. A sly smile etched on her lips as she saw Orkus losing consciousness. When she made sure he was asleep, she wasted no time and ran to Rose. Grabbing her hair, she forced her to open her mouth and shoved the rest of the liquid down her throat.

For him to conquer Aparctias, he must kill Ashriel in Austere, specifically inside the main palace. “Very well. For eighteen days we won’t do anything but to strengthen our forces and prepare for w*-” Their heads turned to the huge window when they heard a strange sound. Seeing the huge drone flying, Olive’s eyes widened. “Duck your heads!” Olive dragged Oriana down and the three crawled down the floor. The drone hit the window, shattering it to pieces. The drone slammed itself on the floor, causing a red box to slide through Frank’s feet, making him whine in shock. He quickly kicked it.

"We have to leave tonight. Once we get to the border, I'll denounce the pack, and you can accept Ians' rejection, and then we'll be free from this hell." "Okay," I say, getting up to grab some snacks to put in our duffle bag for when we leave. "Ohh, just one more thing," Jess says, and I turn around to look at her. "The new orphan girl, we have to take her with us." "What? You want to kidnap an orphan? Are you out of your mind?" I ask, looking at her in shock. "She's a rogue wolf. Not a pack member. Once she turns seventeen they will execute her." She says. I have no arguments because I couldn't bare the thought of knowing we left a defenseless child behind to be killed by these monsters, so