Hey There Delilah Book Novels & Stories

Delilah is originally from Mississippi and hates when we remind her of it, something I do often. Delilah blesses me with one of the many eye rolls I'm sure I will receive today and with that I head over to my office. I didn't have it in me to read the letter that accompanied the many photos and evidence that will help my overall case last night. After my self-pity bubble bath, I ended up half drunk on my bedroom floor tempted to drunk call Alan.

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

Delilah laughed softly before she ducked into the interrogation room. I could hear the low growl of Lia. She can’t speak, but she can still make sounds. I suppose she wouldn’t be thrilled to see Delilah again. She never liked Delilah, and now that she knows we’re mates, I’m sure that’s become loathing. I smiled as I headed down the hall. I knew Delilah could and would hold her own against Lia even if the bitch wasn’t bound.

Her laptop’s screen was displaying a chaotic battlefield from a historical documentary she was meant to be studying. Down the hall, Delilah curled into the corner of the velvet couch in the private sitting room, one hand absently resting against the small swell of her belly, a soft cashmere blanket, a gift from Calix, was draped over her even though the evening was not a cold one. A pregnancy journal lay open on her lap, neat handwriting filling the pages. She read through her notes — baby names she wasn’t ready to share yet, cravings she laughed at, and fears she wouldn’t admit aloud.

I covered my mouth, but muffled sobs still slipped through my fingers. By the end, I was dry-heaving. I had not even had a chance to eat before I had rushed into Bianca’s emergency delivery, only to realize in the end that I was a fool. I had personally delivered the child of my husband’s mistress. Nothing could have been more ironic. I picked up my phone with trembling hands to order some takeout. But I accidentally ended up calling Liam, who was my emergency contact. It rang, but I quickly hung up. By the time my food arrived, Liam still had not called me back.

Although she knew he was right, it was still not easy for Emanuele to admit or even talk about feelings. While the boy does the dishes, the woman with the honey-colored hair comes upstairs and says she is going to bed. She takes the opportunity to check her most recent e-mails and messages one last time. There is a new e-mail in her inbox. She clicks on the notification. Alexandra. With her heart beating wildly, the former bride reads the content of the message. And sits up in bed, the only hint of shock she allows to show.

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

The sound of her heels coupled with the smacking sound of her gum was typical of her. "You're cooking?" She asked with a scoff. "You know, the burnt smell?" "Unfortunately, I was," I replied as we walked into the kitchen. "Typical Vittoria." She commented. "Your husband's got good taste though." She added removing her shades. "Babydoll who is at th-" Roman started as he turned around. "Oh, it's your cousin." "Yeah," I replied, taking my seat once again. "I didn't know you were into cute nicknames, Lilith." She 'whispered' loud enough for Roman to hear as she took a seat. I eyed her ignoring her smirk and Roman's amused eyes. "Hi, Mr Roman Argentero. I'm Yara."

The full detail of what happens is in Harry and Brooke's book! ^ I really hope that makes sense aha.

"Amelia, why do you know Theo? Are you stealing him because you know he's my boyfriend? How shameless are you? How can you do this? And about Brian! I was kind enough to introduce him to you, yet you told him to harass me!" Brian Chandler was the pest I was referring to earlier. I scoffed at her. "How is it any of my business how I met Theo? You're the one who keeps telling everyone that he's your online boyfriend. Does he know that? Be careful. You might just end up humiliating yourself. "As for Brian… Well, I thought you liked him. So, I generously pointed him your way. I'm just doing my good deed of the day. No need to thank me." I did not know which sentence provoked her, but I knew that