Novel Delia Novels & Stories

Blood in the Morning Sun. Leandro The wine in my glass tasted like battery acid. Across the table, Delia sat like a ghost in the midnight-blue silk I had chosen for her. She was breathtaking a jewel I had stolen and locked in a cage of my own making. I saw the way her eyes kept searching mine, looking for that spark of warmth she’d seen in her dreams. She wanted the man. She wanted Leandro. But tonight, there was only the Don.

Flo Romano died the night she ran away. For six years, she has lived as Antonia—a skilled hacker with no past, no family, and no intention of ever looking back. Until she walks into a six-month mafia recruitment program and finds herself surrounded by the DeLuca brothers. Raffaele is the ruthless Don who can't stand her defiance. Giovanni is the broken enforcer who never thought he'd feel desire again. And Theo is the brilliant hacker who finds her impossible to resist. They were never supposed to want the same woman. They have never shared a woman. But somehow, they all want her. Then a powerful Sicilian Don sets his sights on her too. Four dangerous men. On

A month had passed since the big fight with Armani at the restaurant. People in the city were still whispering about it, but Delilah had done her best to cover it up with good publicity and charm. Nobody knew what had really happened. But Emilia had moved in a different direction. Two days ago, Mrs Romano released her debut novel, Guilty Pleasure, which became a huge hit and shot straight to the top of the bestseller lists the moment it hit shelves.

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

His chances were over. Delia continued down the street, making her way to a small, boutique hotel a few blocks away. It wasn’t the most luxurious, but it felt intimate and personal—a soft refuge from her reality. Upon entering the hotel, she was greeted by a warm smile from the front desk attendant, who quickly checked her in and handed over the key to a quaint room embellished with soft floral patterns and a view of the bustling street below.

She wasn’t sure what this new chapter would demand from her. When she reached the bedroom, she quietly opened the door, expecting to find the space empty and inviting. Instead, what she saw made her stop in her tracks. Mrs. Hayden, the housekeeper, was standing by the bed, holding Delilah’s large black book—the book! The one where Delilah had jotted down notes about her clients' gory requests. It wasn’t just any book—it was private, and Mrs. Hayden had it open, her eyes scanning its pages with a focused intensity.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

Daelan The first thing I saw when I buttoned my shirt was the mess I had made of her. Elysia lay sprawled across the black silk sheets completely naked, one leg tangled in the blanket, bruises blooming along her pale thighs like fingerprints from hell itself. Her makeup from last night had smeared beneath her eyes, giving her the appearance of a woman ruined beyond repair, and somehow that sight only amused me more. The room smelled of sex, expensive whiskey, and destruction. Exactly how I liked it.

She warily watched the basket, unsure if she should even touch it. She finally calmed herself and walked towards it. The first thing she noticed was her favourite novel from college. Her jaw dropped, only a few people knew about her love for this book. She shakingly opened the first page. Your archived social profile said this is your most favourite book. I hope it has not changed. She dropped the book like it was hot pot. Who would go digging so much? The card! Luna had said there was a card in this. She spotted the card, picked it up and read it. I hope these make you feel more at home. I collected only things that are unique to Xen. ~ Delbert. E. Dalloz

Charlotte said, as she stepped in with one of her apprentices. Delia was already on make up, and she wondered what Charlotte was going to do again. Since brides dress up there, Charlotte had employed make up artists to help her get them ready. "Something new?" Charlotte asked, and the girls smiled. "My wedding gown is new." Delia answered. "Something old?" Delia touched her neck, and found out that it was empty. "Call my mother." She requested urgently, and Charlotte ask the apprentice to do so. In no time, not only Delia's mother came rushing, but Leo's mother and grandmother too.