Novel Delia Novels & Stories

Delia stood closer now, her eyes dark pools, unreadable, unashamed. “Why are you stiffening like a child?” Delia whispered, her voice low, husky, carrying both mockery and allure. “I...” Nadai’s voice cracked, and she coughed to cover it. “This… this isn’t why I came.” Delia smiled, slow and predatory. Droplets of water slid down her collarbone, trailing between the valley of her breasts before clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. “Oh, but it is,” she murmured. “You came to me. You want to destroy Elias, to take away the distraction from Kael’s path. And now…” She tilted her head, her wet hair brushing over her shoulder, “…you’re realizing that alliances are sealed in many ways.”

When Delia began to see black spots in her vision and could no longer understand the difference between life and death, Nerina opened her fingers again and Delia fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for the air that flooded into her lungs. Nerina spun, her nightdress moving in waves around her ankles, and walked over to Delia's shaking body. "Perhaps you prefer to die that way?" She chuckled when Delia couldn't answer. "I promise you, Delia, I will find more creative ways to take your life...eventually. Now get up and stop heaving and croaking like a frog." Just as Delia obeyed and pushed herself into her rubbery legs, Nezetta pushed the door open and walked in with a tray full of pastri

LEVI Delia walked in minutes later, her body was covered with Javan's coat and her face was looking all wet and red. I figured she was still crying because of the shock. I noticed her eyes glistening with tears as she came closer. I offered her a seat and she sat down. "Delia?" I called out lowly. "Yes sir," Her voice cracked as she spoke, as though she would break into further tears. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Riley asked, concern evident in her voice. Delia sighed, her mind momentarily clouded with worry. “No, I haven’t been followed,” she reassured her friend. “I just hope they didn’t trace your connection to me.” “I don’t think they did. Anyways tell me, how’s St. John?” Riley asked, her voice eager. “Is it everything you hoped it would be?” Delia’s smile widened as she thought about her island paradise. “Oh, Riley, it’s incredible,” she gushed. “The beaches are stunning, the weather is perfect, and the people are so friendly. It’s like living in a postcard.”

I sipped my wine one more time, I got off the bar stool and approached them. —— “So how do you know… emm Delilah!.” I saw that question coming a mile away. Melina joined me on the couch. “It’s a very complicated first meeting!.” I replied and kissed Melina. She was tense. I guess she was scared of Delilah. “Sorry I took almost forever!.Some lady almost beat me up for using the F word!.” Delilah said as she walked back in. Melina looked back at Delilah with jealousy in her eyes.

She stopped off in the kitchens for a snack and skipped back to the parlor where Helena waited, ready to try again. Helena watched Delia enter and pick up the book to balance on her head. She wasn’t sure what had inspired Delia to change her attitude, but something in her churned with anxiety. From what she had observed, Delia was not the type to suddenly change her tune about anything. There was something sly and devious about her that she’d only seen in Olivia. Maybe the adage about men marrying their mothers was true.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

Delia smiled, her face imperative, "Then I'll make it clear, Hayden deliberately put out the news that he was getting married just to wait for you to come back, I had a crush on Hayden a long time ago, I liked him for many years, I was his high school classmate, at that time, I knew that you were living with him, and then after I graduated from the college entrance exams, I was going to tell him to confess, but he didn't show up at that graduation party, then he and I went to the same college, same major, and we had many, many things in common, Leona, you and he are not from the same world." Delia's brow was a little English, her fingers pinched the spoon and stirred it in her coffee cup, "H

Nevan began to feel Delia's arm then pinched it slowly. "Aw," Delia moaned turning to look at Nevan. Meanwhile, Nevan showed his restless look between his widened teeth and raised eyebrows. "Ouh!" Delia said she understood what her cousin wanted. "Hey Lola! Slide you, why are you sitting on there?!” expelled from Delia to the girl who was beside at Nevan. It seemed that Nevan's cold sweat started to fall slowly and then disappeared. His eyes began to wander around all the green gardens behind the luxurious apartment buildings. Coolness seemed to admire all eyes looked at.

Vera asked. "Yes, tell us about you." Constanza added. "Well, my name is Lilian Howard, I recently moved to New Lanterns from my old home in the country side. I am currently living with my parents and son." "Son?" Constanza asked. "Yes I have a little boy." Lilian replied. Vera looked at her, "You don't even look like it, you have good genes." "Thanks Vera." "What about his father, if you don't mind me asking."