Novel Delia Novels & Stories

Filipe, accustomed to Delia's temper, said calmly, "Ms. Nixon, after Madam learned you wouldn't be having dinner, she had all the leftovers thrown away. If you're hungry, you can have some biscuits or something to tide you over. Breakfast will be ready in the morning." "Tomorrow morning?!" Delia exclaimed. Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, Filipe nodded. "Yes, tomorrow morning." Delia sneered. "Fine, I get it." Ever since Nyla's arrival, Delia hadn't had a peaceful day. She had to find a way to get Nyla out of the estate—no matter what. … Nyla was chatting with Damon when she suddenly sneezed. "Are you okay? Caught a cold? You didn't dress warmly enough today," he said, concerned.

Just then, a foot appeared in front of her eyes– she swallowed a lump while her gaze slowly travelled up from the feet of the person towards his head. "Drake, is that you?" Her voice trembled and her mind falsely assured her. Drake McCarthy became Delia's husband after her failed marriage with Hansel. Their union was beautifully sealed with three adorable kids, a set of twins – Nelly and Nina; and a boy, Nelson who became their last born.

If she ever escaped this place, Delilah promised herself that she would get an indoor library in her house. If she ever got a house. She already got the extra room in her house filled up with shelves of books too, so that counted as a mini library. Her stomach rumbled and she decided that it was time for her to leave the library. She placed the books she had and decided to pick up a book titled Guide To Demons and another romance novel to read for the night. On her way down, she ran into Eriel. “Guide to demons?” Eriel chuckled. Delilah noticed how tall he was, as usual, and wondered if other supernatural species had that kind of height too. Was it just humans who were ridiculously small?

It wasn't fear, just that nervous, sickly anticipation. People are going to stare. Of course they are. I'm Delilah—the runaway bride, the scandalized ex-wife, the girl who dipped out of a toxic marriage and somehow ended up in a mansion with a violent man and a wine rack taller than her self-esteem. As I stepped out of the car, Naomi linked her arm through mine. “Don’t look so stiff, babe. You look hot. Like rich-auntie-going-through-a-divorce hot.” “I am going through a divorce.”

Her laptop’s screen was displaying a chaotic battlefield from a historical documentary she was meant to be studying. Down the hall, Delilah curled into the corner of the velvet couch in the private sitting room, one hand absently resting against the small swell of her belly, a soft cashmere blanket, a gift from Calix, was draped over her even though the evening was not a cold one. A pregnancy journal lay open on her lap, neat handwriting filling the pages. She read through her notes — baby names she wasn’t ready to share yet, cravings she laughed at, and fears she wouldn’t admit aloud.

he steps closer, placing his hands on her shoulder "Calm down Delia, breathe in and out " " I can't " She kept on shivering, body trembling. " what happened, what did the book do," Sebastian asked and she looked at him in his eyes. " It ruined my life, my family" a tear dropped from her eyes " It possessed my innocent sister, causing her to kill her father, mother, and brother… this book made my hand fill with the blood of my very own sister" " You killed her?" Delia buried her face in Sebastian's chest " I had no choice" she cried. And I'm left wondering, what exactly is in this book and what the hell have I gotten myself into.

Delia smiled, and glanced over at Alex again; this time, he stared daggers into her. What was going on? "Do you know Alex from somewhere?" she blurted out before she thought better of it. Delia grabbed her bag and hauled it over her shoulder. "No. I don't. I see James and Stephanie coming in," she said, pointing toward the library's main entrance. "I'll catch you next shift." She nearly raced toward the side door and disappeared around the corner of the building. "What was that about?" she asked. "She looked like you killed her puppy or something, Alex."

“You shouldn’t worry about her.” “I should,” I sighed. “She almost killed me and my children. I need her taken off the grid. I can’t imagine her coming back to kill us again.” “The security here is tighter than even what the president is used to. Don’t you worry. No one can get to you.” But I doubted that he was right. Delia was a snake. She always found a way to get into places that was closed off to her. How she had grown from that girl in the restaurant who couldn’t blackmail me to this girl who had shot me, poisoned me and kidnapped me is still a mystery. This was a growth that she had done in such a short time.

⸻ LENA The hotel room was unbearably quiet after Christian left. Alone with my thoughts, I picked up the phone and put it down at least a dozen times. Who could I even call? There was no one I trusted to give me an unbiased opinion. My situation was too close to home for my mom or sister. There was always Delia, but she’d been with Tig since she was fourteen and still believed in fairy tale endings. Her reality didn’t include a small child, a manipulative ex, or growing up with a father who forgot her and a mother too broken to leave the house for years.

Demenicus who had been watching the whole drama, asked Delia gently, "Why can't you, Sweetheart?" "I can't… I simply can't." Heathrow who was having the time of his life took this opportunity to say, "Let me tell you why she can't. Little Delia doesn't want to reveal her eyes because it's no longer yellow, it's blue. She has killed an Innocent." Handogan jumped to his feet in disbelief. "This is definitely not true, Delia. You didn't kill your mother, Right?" Delia's tears were flowing from her eyes like a stream. She was confused, shocked and embarrassed. Her eyes were still on Heathrow, trying to understand why he would expose her.