Hey There Delilah Book Novels & Stories

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

One of them called, I turned. "The books you requested are on top of your bed." Delilah said. "Thanks, Delilah." I mumbled before walking away. Miss Elena sounds much better, ah. I sat on the cushion in the room, flipping into the pages of 'The Tale of two cities.' It was the first edition and I was astonished at how the first could be found here. I also noticed that all the five books she brought were of the first edition of each one of them. I was still reading 'The death riders' when I found myself dozing off.

I chortled. The curly-haired girl stood up and introduced herself. "I am Delilah and it's lovely to meet you, Declan," she took my hand and gave it a subtle shake. Her palms were soft and smooth... 'I bet it will feel better gliding over your cock,' Maddox chuckled, and I giggled back through the link. Delilah was the one. I knew I told Dimitri I would fuck a witch tonight, but this human was perfect. "Oh, dear sweet Hecate!" Sophia screamed.

“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.”

Udal narrowed his eyes while bearing the pain of Hwata squeezing his arm as he asked, "Do you know me, girl?" "Yes, my lord!" Delilah's eyes lit up with excitement. "My name is Delilah Gosling, heiress to the Calebton Gosling clan and its junior chief. I've been hearing tales of Caleb's exploits here in Middleton City, and it really is him! He's an old friend and coming from the same town as him, I'm as excited as I am honored!" Blinking her pretty eyes at Udal, she pressed, "My lord, will you do me the honor of joining me for a few drinks?"

"I'm slowly getting so irrelevant !" Delilah said with a horrible seething teeth, The maids in the palace no longer respect her as Matilda already overthrow her, She's more respected now for having the son of the king, She could do that to, She could have a son for the king, She thought, as her maid brought so many books into the palace, They were medicine and fertility books, She opened and opened, searching for the cause of her unfertiity, Every time she sleeps with Alpha Blake she takes her fertility pills and tons of tonic but she'd never have his child, It silken her in her stomach.

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?”

Delilah's POV My eyes ran over the peach shaded walls, and the huge white curtains covered most of the room. Under the dim light, it was not much visible to see the inside of the place. When I had woke up, I found myself in this unfamiliar place. Panic settled in but when I tried to move put of here, pain shot through my feet. I looked down and the early cut of the feet has opened. It didn’t cure totally when I decided to remove the bandage, it couldn’t be used anymore.

Back at her luxurious hotel suite, Delilah sipped champagne, confident and smug. She stood before the mirror, admiring the crimson dress she’d chosen symbolic, dramatic, unforgettable. “She’ll crumble,” she muttered to herself. “They both will.” Just as she lifted her glass again, her tablet buzzed. A single message blinked on the screen. "Nice try. See you in court. H.F." She froze. Another notification appeared this time a link. She clicked.

ey heard a sarcastic voice and turned to see Leah. Leah was also part of the people who maltreated her and to make it all worse she was the head maid's favorite so her life became a living nightmare with both of them in it. " Don't speak like that to Andrea, at least respect the fact that she's a princess." Mia cautioned her. Andrea was starting to regret slipping out one day that she was the princess of the dark mark-moonednowit has backfired because everyone just used it to taunt her.