Novel & Cerita Novel Delia

It's still cold in New York, and it's the perfect season to start a new relationship. They agreed to walk together and got into Daniel's car shortly after. Daniel is adequate at attracting Delilah's attention. After learning that Delilah loves reading, he takes her to Barnes & Noble. Delilah's bright expression shone so brightly when she entered and saw so many best-selling and the best books worldwide. The place is like heaven for book lovers. It was such a dream place for Delilah to visit. She would never think that New York had such a place to enjoy.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Covering the ground and heading back to the place that created our nightmares, the place that changed us forever; to face our past and create a new future. ***THE END*** Thank you for reading, please remember to leave me a review and look out for the continuation of Lamia's story in:- Rise of a Queen - Book 2, in The Delta's Daughter Series. OUT NOW!

I continued. David was nodding his head like he was taking notes with his brain. He must have had a really strong brain to remember everything I had just said. Well, my story was too interesting for him to not have remembered it at all, regardless of whether he wrote it down or not. That was just one thing about me: I was a perfect storyteller. Perfect! I could hook you from whatever angle, however you want it, whenever you want it, wherever you want it. And that was just Jane for you: the delusional dreamer. I said in my head and laughed out loud.

Domitilla was supposed to put her education to use to collect the sample without being intimate with him. As much as I know she’d happily climb on his dick Bisnonna Ersilia was clear that it wouldn’t happen. Whether he’d accept Delilah and her bastard offspring, intimate touching would have alerted her through the bond and ruined everything. I have a bad feeling Domitilla crossed a line, so they haven’t turned up.

Later, alone in her room, Elara lay awake. Her body felt quiet. Balanced. But her mind wouldn’t rest. She sensed the presence again—not pushing, not pulling. Just… listening. “You feel them too,” she whispered. The presence did not answer. But it did not leave. The next morning, the first article appeared. THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL. Elara read it carefully. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t kind. It was speculative. Incomplete. Dangerous. By noon, there were five more.

Nothing. I walk around the room until I reach the bed, then sit down on the edge and gently run my hand over the surface of her king-sized mattress. This room was once filled with so much love. But now, a part of her — and a part of me — died the moment she walked away and left me behind. Her words still echo sharply inside my mind, and I know every single one of them was a lie. Nova left knowing full well I would be left all alone here, with no one to rely on. She knows this house is nothing less than hell, yet I have no choice but to obey and become exactly the daughter Papa wants me to be for the mafia.

Delia hissed. Nyla smirked. "Oh, so you like him?" "Shut up!" Delia frantically glanced around, ensuring no one else was nearby before glaring at her again. "I'm serious! Don't even think about it—he would never be interested in someone like you!" "Someone like me?" Nyla echoed. "Yeah! A shameless woman who's already been married and even has a bastard child!" Delia spat. Nyla's gaze instantly turned ice-cold. Before Delia could react, Nyla raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

He straightened his tie, then entered the office building in long strides. I stood at the dorm balcony and watched his silhouette disappear through the glass doors. I spotted Francine in the cafeteria during lunchtime. She sat alone in the corner and barely plucked at the food before her. I approached her with my tray and claimed the seat across from her, asking, "Why aren't you eating?" She lifted her gaze to mine, her eyes startlingly red, and confessed quietly, "I don't feel like eating." I noticed the red mark branding her wrist, as if she'd been bound or cuffed. I pressed, "Who did that?"

They walked the east side of the territory, down to the creek that ran along the lower ridge base, which was half-frozen still but moving, the ice at its edges lacy and intricate and the water underneath doing its continuous patient thing. "You're leaving Sunday," Delia said. "Yes." "Back Thursday." "Thursday or Friday. Depending on how the packing goes." "How much is there?" She thought about the apartment. The careful, minimal life she'd built there. "Not much," she said. "I was never really settled. I think I knew that even when I was there. I bought furniture that was easy to leave." She paused. "I have books. And Fig. And some kitchen things my mother will want."