Novel Delia Novels & Stories

After questioning her about her life over the past few years, they finally reconstructed the truth about what happened many years ago. It turned out that when Delia had just been born, mom and dad were busy facing a war. The maid who was in charge of taking care of her replaced Delia with her child while mom and dad were away. The maid had hoped that her daughter would be raised as Beta's daughter and could have a serene future.

Katherine said, since you guys are obviously not going to miss me, I guess I should be on my way then" "Wait... Wait" Delia said, she sat Deanie on one of the chairs and handed her one of her toys, then she turned back to Katherine. "I have something to tell you before you leave... And I don't know how you will take it. I just want you to promise me that you will try to be understanding" "Wow" Katherine said, "This sounds interesting.... And a little frightening. What is it, mom?" Delia cleared her throat. "Remember last time I went on a trip?" she began and Katherine nodded. "Well, I met someone. A man. His name is Michael. And I have kinda been seeing him since then."

May gasped again, "Are you pushing me away? You look like someone who will need some comfort right now and you are pushing me away? This is why everyone hates you. You are so mean." A slap will be enough to shut her up but Rielle wasn't ready for that. "May, you can stop pretending to be the good girl and get out of my way." "Well I am a good girl and not like someone who stole a book and made it hers." "That book is mine." she raised her voice. That was the height of it. The book was hers. The person who lied that it's hers, forged every evidence against her. It was all a lie. "Well, you can't avoid what is there already."

Tamara answers. “Hmm, yet another thing to figure out,” I murmur. *** The following day while at lunch with Camila, someone enters the restaurant and catches my eye. I stop eating and watch. Her blue eyes scan the room, stopping once she spots me. She smiles, her eyes shining with an evil glint, and approaches my table. The Louis Vuitton heels she’s wearing click against the wooden floor as she walks. “Hello, Delilah,” she says, smirking devilishly.

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

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.

“Delia never deserved you.” “I married the Zargan Prince, Conor.” I smiled sweetly as I thought of Conor and our little Alexander who constantly grew each day. “He killed Lewis and avenged both of us.” “I’m happy to hear that terrible monster is finally gone. I knew that young man liked you. He would come into the kitchen asking us if we knew what you liked to eat. I’m so glad to hear you’ve grown up into a fine young woman. That makes me so proud!” Novo said hugging me again tightly. “I know you’re in the middle of a test but I had to see you one last time. Remember who you are, Little Lady. Even in the dark, there’s light all around, if you remember to look for it. Those lights might be ti

The tea inside barely touched. “Tell Samira I said thank you,” I said, voice steady as steel. “And let her know—I’m not the one breaking.” Delia’s expression twitched for half a second. Then she left. When Jayden was asleep, I stepped out onto the back porch and called Conan. I didn’t trust the walls. “She sent Delia,” I said. “Dressed like peace. Talking like war.” He was quiet. Then, “That means she’s nervous. She’s speeding up. Which means she’s hiding something bigger.”