Novel Delia Novels & Stories

The curtain dividing the delivery room from where she sat opened and Ilena rushed out to her with a proud smile on her face, oblivious of the blood on her hands she clapped her hands together. “Come in my lady and see what good things the gods have done for Intavia.” Emilia followed her into the room that had its curtain drawn. It was a simple square room with a rough table at one side that held all the bowls of water and rags that were now stained red with blood. At the center was a table with straws on it and a white cloth covering it and on it was Delia with her legs apart while an elderly woman wiped her clean. In Delia’s arms was a small bundle that moved, she was smiling into it with t

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She looked at Zach who got the hint that she needed some privacy. Zach nodded and looked at Dahlia. "Wanna go play with the unicorns outside?" Dahlia's eyes widened in excitement. "There are unicorns here?" Zach chuckled. "Not exactly real unicorns. But you might want to see for yourself." He teased her and in no time, both were out to go see 'unicorns'. When they left, Tori gulped again and looked at Nonna. "You raised such a wonderful daughter and to think you did it all by yourself. I'm so mad at my boy for keeping you and Dahlia a secret from me." Nonna said in disappointment. "Did he think I was going to be mad at him for having a baby with you?"

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

as his eyebrows furrow in response. "Do you genuinely think Deliana can assist us?....." Michel enquiries while scowling. Liam shakes his head as he corrects Michel's address to Deliana, saying, "Don't, it's Mrs. Deli." "Well, it's okay with me." Mrs. Deli enters the room via the door holding two files in each hand and looking betrothed thanks to her ponytail. "Deli, with all the muck, you've been working here," Deliana responds, "You think too much, I'm sure Liam has something to come up with," and Michel is cut off.

asked Zayden eagerly. “Yes, if you rest now, we can visit it in the evening.” I led them to the private elevator while my chauffeur, Midas Artino, helped us with our luggage. “Sir, ma’am is here, waiting for you,” he said in a whisper, before leaving. I knew who he meant. Delia was here! So, I was right. She had come over to throw my family out. The last time Andrea was in Athens, Delia had been staying in her parents’ house. Her mother had expired, and she stayed there for almost five months to overcome her grief. Therefore, Andrea hadn’t met my evil stepmother at all!

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Do you know you won’t get to taste other dishes once you settle for one?” I stopped walking in the hotel lobby. I didn’t understand what she meant. “What dishes?” She rolled her eyes. “Martha, this is what girls do before they get married. Don’t be so conservative and innocent. Let’s go.” She pulled me towards the counter. I had no choice but to follow Angeli. The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator.

Everyone called me crazy, and looked at me like I was mad for loving and still wanting Dominic, and finally with Isabella out of the way; I can finally get what I want. “Good news, we will commence to the next part of our plan,” he says right before he ends the call A large smile fills my lips as I pull up the text box between me and a particular popular gossip blog. There is a new Mrs Deluca in town and everyone has to know.

I placed the glass of water beside her and said, "Mrs. Montenegro was concerned about you, miss. She wanted me to bring you some water." Riezel nodded, her eyes welling up with tears again. But then, to my surprise, she reached out and grasped my arm. "Can I ask you something? What's your name?" she said, her voice low and urgent. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. But Riezel's eyes were pleading, and I couldn't bring myself to refuse her. "My name is Delilah, miss." I said, trying to sound neutral. Riezel's grip on my arm tightened. "I've noticed the way Raphael looks at you, Delilah. He seems to trust you, to value your opinion. And I was wondering...could you help me get closer to him?"

I would never let her go. Following her into the closet, I was prepared to tell her that, until she asked about her books and computer and there it fucking was. I would start a war with the Outfit, but it wasn’t the Outfit I would end up fighting—it was her. Celia would be my woman and my woman could not spend the next seven years away from me.