Hey There Delilah Lyrics Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “I have a story for you, Daughters,” Delilah said, sitting on a high white stool. “When I was your age, I had two best friends. We were a trio. Inseparable.” My 'Noir' persona stirred, a low growl of warning in my mind. She was lying. Every word felt like a trap. “My dearest friend was named Helena,” Delilah said, looking at me with fake affection. “She had a beautiful daughter. Daniels.”

*** ~~Soren~~ *** Delilah is underneath me, breathing hard as she stares into my eyes. Then I see it. A tear slipping out of her eyes. Dropping down her cheeks. My heart shatters and it kills me to see her this way. Broken. Hurt. My hand reaches for her face and I wipe it off, leaning in until our head touch, eyes closed, thumb brushing her cheek. “Don't, please.” I mutter, my voice shaky.

Barely audible. But the words cut through the cold morning air like a blade. “Hello, Mom.” My blood ran cold. Carter looked at me, his eyes wide. “Tell me I didn’t hear that.” Delilah knelt before the grave, her hand brushing over the carved name, reverent. Almost tender. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” she whispered. “But I’m here now. I’ll finish what you couldn’t. I’ll make them all pay. Starting with her.”

Still laughing, he sang softly to himself, voice warped with madness, "Delilah… come out, come out, wherever you are… This time, there’ll be no running. Not with that injured leg of yours." He gripped the gun tighter. "Let’s play one last game."

Where I felt like a crumpled mess, Rayne's gaze was blank as if he had not just kissed the life out of me. I maintain my stubborn stance even though I desperately want to flee from the foreign feelings his touch brings to me. His fingers caress my skin, harshly yet enjoyable. How am I supposed to explain this conflicting feelings. "I have no idea what you are talking about," I said in reply to his earlier statement. My voice shook as I spoke. His gaze darkened for the third time that night and the next things he said was like a confirmation to my delusional palette. "Get down on your knees, Lilith." My name on Rayne's lips right now is like a curse, a testament to my impending doom.

he added. Delilah’s gaze snapped to him, her smirk widening. “Madness?” She let go of Olive’s chin and stood up. “Madness is thinking your dearest Olive could ever be happy while I exist.” Olive’s hands trembled as she tightened her hold on her stomach. “You don’t have to do this, Delilah.” Delilah leaned in, her breath warm against Olive’s ear. “Oh, but I do,” she murmured. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

"I brought some words. You would like it." I smiled, leaning forward in my chair, eager to hear what she had to say. "I can't wait to hear this," I said, my eyes locked on hers. “This is the time to make a move Delilah” she said with a broad smile “What do you mean” I asked as my curiosity piqued “Guess what” I said. “Just tell me Lyra. I'm bad at guessing” I answered “Okay fair” she said.

“Well then give it to her, but when she does figure it out I am going to side with her, and you are going to be rejected, we’re going to lose them both!” “I know that, I don’t know what I am going to do, I don’t want him snatching her in the middle of the night and I don’t want her running away either.” I sighed. “Are you ready to order?” I managed to hear in between the conversation, “Yeah burger and fries,” I said giving her the menu. “The same,” Delilah said before she looked at me. “Having a conversation with your lycan?”

she whispered the words from her heart, only for him to be heard. The warm tears escaping her eyes kissed his beard jaws and he could feel them, not only hear the sound of her broken voice. His heart shuddered inside his chest, seeing how vulnerable she sounded. He couldn't help but sigh, making her lie on the bed as he hovered over her. "I know, Delilah, I know," he said the words very gently, kissing her cheeks that were stained with tears. His lips could taste the saltiness of them. "But now everything is fine, isn't it?"

♕—Delilah Half an hour later, the door opened and mama entered with a solemn smile, "Delilah, it's time..." Heartbreak crashed over me like a tidal wave. Longing for the person I could never see again, for the love I would never have the chance to cherish again, for the dreamy relationship I would never get the chance to enjoy. The flutters that would never be ignited in the depths of my soul again. The hope, joy, and thrill of the unfamiliar that I could never experience ever again.