Novel & Cerita Novel Delia

“Liam, come sit and eat with us. We’re just welcoming Dr. Quayle back after she completed her studies abroad.” Liam stared at me, but I pretended not to notice. “No need. My mom is waiting for me outside.” With that, he left in a hurry. “His mother has dementia and keeps wandering off.” “A former CEO is now delivering food. Life really is unpredictable…” “He brought it on himself for cheating on his wife with that mistress of his.” “Stop it! Dr. Quayle is here.” The next time I heard about Bianca was in the news. She had continued pursuing wealthy men and was ultimately strangled to death by someone a wife had hired, who then concealed her body in a freezer. Police later discovered it during

Everything was going fine, Fiona was always with Kion, the 2nd Prince was always scowling whenever he saw her, Carcel was behaving like a lost puppy and Damien was avoiding her, most likely out of embarrassment at his bold move during the break. The day of their departure arrived and Kyra could not find her book. In case you're wondering, it's the same one she had written down events of her past life. Maybe she just could not remember where she put it or maybe because she was in a rush but she had no choice but to depart without it. She would just have to look for it more thoroughly later and she just hoped that nothing would happen since her being part of the Sparrow Club and going on their

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

“But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chose to bring her with me rather than leave her, especially as it is dangerous for a girl at home alone. But if I go without her to Rashroff, then let her grace give command to tie her with a cord, or she will play pranks.” “I was no better myself,” said Basira. “They gave her a distaff to spin,” said Zastar; “but she danced with it, since she had no one better to dance with. But you are a jovial man. Basira, I should like to have an encounter with Sir Novoveski, for I also am fond of amusement at times.” Meanwhile, before supper was served, the door opened, and Mellehov entered. Sir Novoveski did not notice him at once,

Eliza asked as she entered the room. “What?” Viviane coyly asked. “I heard something about facing your biggest fear head on,” Eliza said. “What’s going on?” Arthur eyed his daughter as he said, “Sit down and have some breakfast. Your mother made scrambled eggs with her homemade sausage. You know how you like her sausage.” Eliza smiled as she said, “I do love that sausage.” Then, placing her hand over her stomach, she added, “I’m not hungry, though. I think I’ll just have some coffee.”

DELILAH'S POV It’s been a week since I had started my new life. And seven days since I was spending my nights in the bakery. I didn’t gather enough money till now to look for a place. After all, it’s just the start of my work, I couldn’t expect her to pay me just now itself.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

Hi, I'm Delia," the other introduces herself to direct attention to her and leave behind the awkward moment with Cecile. "Angie." I take her hand when she offers it and feel her skin soft and slack as a baby's bottom. Delia is even more precious, she has marked cheekbones, her eyelashes are long, curved and black and highlight her green eyes. She's slim and only two inches taller than me, but only because she has gorgeous shoes paired with a white dress. "They look a lot alike," he says, looking at Melody and me.

My tongue feels thick, words slurring. He grips my chin hard, fingers digging into my jaw, forces my face up. “Who sent you to my room?” “No one. Please… Marcus cheated…with my friend. On my graduation day of all days.” A dark, mocking laugh rumbles from his chest. “Poor little Muslim girl got her heart broken and decided to stumble into Valentino Delucca’s suite for comfort?” The name hits like ice water. Valentino Delucca. The most dangerous man on the East Coast, head of the Black Serpent's and my sister's fiancee.