Honne Dell Novels & Stories

The moment Delilah walked in her eyes casted on the owner of the private number, Arielle. Noemi noticed Delilah's tense stare, she had never seen Delilah look at someone with that much hatred. She thought Delilah hated her the most. Whatever she had for Arielle was nothing close to the stares she got. she often scoffed at Noemi. "Who is that ? She looks like trouble." Noemi spat. "Because she is. That's Arielle Myers. The gambling princess of Detroit. She looks beautiful doesn't she ?" Delilah half-assed complimented while clicking her tongue. "More like unbearable to look at." Noemi hissed getting pissed for just looking at Arielle's face.

I say with all glory stuck in my voice as Matteo weirdly smirks at me. I instantly googled her name on my MacBook The beautiful Anne Marie Delvey, also known as Maria. C. Delvey was born in the year April 7, 1989, in frankfurt Germany, only child and sole heiress of german and multi-billionaire best and most popular shipbuilding late mogul, Mrs. AnneMira. D. Schwarz Delvey. The young and beautiful Delvey earned her engineering degree at Yale University with flying colors.

I am a little confused as I pick up the call. “Hello?” “Renee, it’s Dell,” comes the voice on the other end, and relief floods through me. “Dell, where are you? We have been worried sick,” I ask, but he goes quiet for a moment before he groans like he is in pain. “Dell, are you okay?” He coughs in pain, and my heart starts racing. “I’m in trouble, Renee.I need your help.” My stomach drops. ##########

I commented. As Delania and I made our way back out to where the barbeque was taking place it struck me that I didn’t know her full name. “Hey, so I don’t look stupid when I go up there, What is your full name?” I asked. She laughed and said, “Delania Avalynn O’Malley.” I repeated the name to myself a few times to commit it to memory before stepping onto the podium.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Despite the close proximity to each other, they all grin at me. "Lord help me." I say, avoiding eye-contact with Will. The boy with short brown laughs, "So this is our Bec huh? Can I call you Becalicious? Beccy? Bec-ca?" I gape at him. He laughs at my reaction. "I'm Dyl by the way." He says. He's cute, in that 80's boy-band kind of way. "This is Jarrod." He points the extremely tall, dark male crushed against the car window who manages to pull his arm free to give me a small wave.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

She could do it. A yellow cab honked outside, and she hurried to meet it. “Papagalli’s Dance Club,” she said to the driver, her words rushed. “Yes, ma’am. Hot date?” the driver asked, black dreadlocks jiggling when he talked, his voice sounding Jamaican. Steel band music thumped on his CD player while he tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel imperfect sync with the tune, his body rocking to the beat. “Somebody’s dying to meet me,” she answered, jumping into the car.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

A few seconds of uncomfortable silence was broken by Colleen. "I'm dying to know, how has your trip been since we saw you?" Helen blushed and said, "I'm so glad we bumped into you here. I've been burning to tell someone about what happened and there is no one I can tell when we get home!" "No one?" Colleen asked. "No. Mike and I aren't married. We are members of a rather conservative church in Oakland. Our wedding is next year. Who could I tell that I stripped and had sex with Mike on the hood of his car?"