Hey There Delilah Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I suppose you could try holding it in your mouth, pressed against your tongue. But honestly, I think that might be a bit of a challenge. I wish you the best of luck with that one!” Delilah, with a knowing glint in her eye, offered us only an innocent smile. She seemed to hold back more than she revealed. As I turned away, she cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the silence. "I wonder," she began, her tone laced with curiosity, "if you would care to share why you're seeking out this Stephen?”

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?”

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

For all intents and purposes, Delilah was naked. Carter stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning it on to a late night channel. The music was loud and sleazy, just like in a bar or a strip joint. “Why don’t you dance for us, baby?” Carter teased. The mood was definitely on her, and the music was the way she liked it, loud and rowdy. Her hips flashed and her arms went above her head…in seconds, Delilah was in a fantasy world all her own.

Delilah's pov “Delilah! Baby!” I heard Calix’s voice call out. Then I felt him. His warmth. Followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged along the floor and a pained groan that was evidence of his own agony. I felt his hand cup my cheek, turning my face to him. I felt another hand on my shoulder, shaking me, not with force, but with urgency. “Delilah,” his voice was a desperate whisper and filled with emotion. “Delilah, look at me. Open your eyes.”

Since when did she get so deliciously cruel? I leaned forward until my face was inches from the cold metal, letting the grin do the talking. “Because you know what I'd do to those pretty legs of yours if I get out, yeah?” Caleb, still gasping from the last shove, jabbed a finger at me. “You can’t—” he started, but Delilah cut him off with a hard, flat look that made even his whining falter. “You’re pathetic, Caleb,” she said, voice cold as ice. “Stop wasting oxygen.” Then, softer but still loud enough for me to hear, “Don’t make me regret coming.”

“Now, please leave my office." "I want you to promise me that you will stay away from Beau." "I promise." "Good. And if you don't keep your word, don't hate me when you see how things turn out for you." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Hopefully, you won’t have to find out. Goodbye, Delilah.” She gets up from her seat and walks to the door, but before she leaves, she takes one last look over her shoulder. “Oh, and learn to take your underwear back home with you." The door closes before I can formulate a reply.

Delilah took a sip from her wine and crossed her legs again exchanging their positions. "That is just me. Whosoever crosses my path and steps on my tiger's tail should get bitten. Because I will be after nothing more but crush their dreams. Raise them high and crush them in front of their dreamers…Come on, you should know that I didn't wish to do that, she started it. Nope… never, I wasn't aware she was given the role until recently so I decided to play my cards. I don't know, if I ain't taking the role then someone else got to take it. One of my puppets [ laughed ] Alright, darling. See you later." The call finally ended.

Clyde pushed open the door and gestured at Delilah to enter but the latter hesitated, looking at his face as if she wanted him to assure her she'd be fine. " Go in, human." Devin whispered above her head and she whirled around to face him furiously. " Stop calling me human, okay? Talking like you aren't one, if you think you aren't human because you happened to always read my mind then drop the human features on your body so I'll accept if you call me human." Delilah snapped at him, shocking him. They were just hearing her talk and her tiny voice which she tried to make intimidating. " Human features?"

"Good night, Delilah." A kiss? What does this mean?