Lyrics For Hey There Delilah Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"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.

a silken voice purrs. Delilah. Of course. She leans against the frame, her gown cut low, clinging to every curve. Her perfume—too sweet, too heavy—chokes the air, drowning Myra’s soft herbal scent. Her eyes flick to the bracelet, her smile tightening. “I heard Myra’s been under the weather,” she says, stepping closer, heels clicking on stone. “Got worried.....thought I could help.” I stiffen. Delilah’s never here without an agenda. “We’re fine,” I say, voice flat.