Novel Delia Novels & Stories

I focus my mind on her and only her, and everything else around me fades, even the assault being taken out on my body. Delilah's stunning face comes into view, smiling beautifully at me. I can't believe my eyes; she's here. I look around us, and we’re in a garden filled with flowers. I see Delilah's favorite and crouch down to pick one for her. She loves lilies.

Delia calls over her shoulder. “Red,” Emma says, laughing, following after her. “Definitely red.” At 7:45, Delia is sitting on her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces herself to stop. She has got to calm down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug it for the calm it will give her.

"Do you know how many times I tried to meet Ms. White? She always turned me down, but you managed to win her over!" His words made me feel even prouder. "Thanks to you, Kelvin. I couldn't have done it without you," I grinned. "Just don't forget me when you start making bank," he joked. "Of course not!" I replied with a laugh. Finally, the weekend arrived. Celia sent me her address, and I realized she lived in the same city, just about 12 miles away. I grabbed a cab and was there in no time. Her place was in a quiet, secluded area—a massive villa surrounded by lush greenery. The environment was peaceful and perfect for someone who could afford to live in luxury. I could not help but feel a pa

“Does this girl own anything besides ugly cardigans and musty paperbacks?” The girl in question being me but my sweaters are not ugly, they are expressions of art and my classic novel collections are not musty. “I don’t like clubs” I muttered, flipping a page in the novel on my lap. “Too loud.” “You’ve never been to one!” Lena snapped, tossing a pair of distressed jeans over her shoulder. “All you do is read about morally grey men choking and bending women over the tables and then act shocked when we ask you to touch grass”

Diego’s POV The night was quiet, but my mind was anything but. The halls of the estate stretched endlessly, my footsteps echoing like accusations against stone. Sleep eluded me, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—Ava. The way her gaze lingered with unspoken questions, the way her presence stirred something deep inside me that was both comforting and terrifying.

He adjusts his glasses as he steps down the porch. “I’ll see you off.” I follow him while the nurse comes out behind him carrying a medical case. It is no longer dark, but everywhere still looks foggy as if it snowed last night. Birds chirp somewhere far away, hidden beyond the trees, and the salty scent of the sea drifts through the air. It makes me wonder again why a woman would choose to live somewhere this isolated, surrounded by thick woods where anyone could disappear without leaving a trace. But Dahlia has always been different, wild in a quiet way. Just like her mother, and she doesn’t even realize it.

She even started dating a guy online. That was because in her latest novel, the protagonist found her one true love through online dating. She would drift through the room, boasting about it. "My boyfriend is so very rich and handsome. Hard work truly pays off." She would even share the loving voice messages from her boyfriend in the group chat. "Babe, I really love you. Even though we've never met, I know I can't live without you. "You'll surely feel soft and sweet in my arms when I hug you. I can't wait to see you, babe. All my money is yours.

— D. Not D.J, but D. I pressed my hand flat against the cover and thought, Claire was right, there is always emotional fine print. And I had already, without realizing it, started to read it.

Raisel assumed she was the library attendant for this part of the library. “Excuse me, Ma’am” The lady looked up at her, her eyes lit up when she saw Raisel, “Fair one, how may I help you” “I just need directions to the section of the library where I can find anything that talks about the kingdom Deleria”, Raisel replied. “Oh I can help with you that”, she got out of her seat, and they both walked through the walkways in between the shelves, “The kingdom of Deleria is a human kingdom on the North East Coast, powerful and prosperous just like Islandians”