Patsy And Delia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! He’s mine now! You’re nothing but a corpse he forgot to bury properly!” Delilah didn’t flinch. “You could marry him a thousand times, and he’d still wake up dreaming about me,” she whispered. “You could give him everything, Cheryse, and he’d still look for me in every room, in every kiss, in every lie you feed him.” My palm stung before I realized I’d slapped her. Hard. The sound echoed in the silence, and my breath came out unevenly. “You don’t get to say his name again, you pathetic little—”

I lifted my chin, refusing to let him intimidate me, and made my way toward the bar. “Whiskey, neat,” I said, my voice steady even as my pulse raced. “You surprise me,” came a low voice beside me. I turned, and there he was. Luca Del Vicchio, his gaze sharp, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. “I get that a lot,” I replied, forcing a smile that I hoped looked effortless. “What brings you here tonight?” His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was testing me. I lifted my glass, meeting his eyes. “Charity, of course. Isn’t that what we’re all here for?”

With a small bow, he turned and left me to attend my bidding while I sat here playing politics. My eyes fell to the images scattered over my desk once more. There was so much blood. Ripped flesh, torn clothes. That Kacey girl would have suffered before she died. And Delia— I trailed my fingers over the image of her laying unconscious and bleeding on the forest floor. She had lost so much in so little time. And after finding a mate, I’d rejected her and sent her away. I’d taken her from everything she knew and left her to navigate this new, terrifying world alone.

“I'm sorry, he what?” Delia looks a little uncertain, almost as if this whole thing puzzles her more than it puzzles me. I watch her eyes glance at the computer and for a few seconds, her fingers are dancing over the keyboard before she turns to me again and says softly, “He has not registered himself back on the system for a few days now. Ever since the last night with you… and neither did you. We were so sure we would no longer see you as well.”

I demanded angrily. "I just had to do it. Besides, what's it to you? I'm only doing this so I can get to know more rich men. All of this is so my Prince Charming could find me soon," she replied, her words nearly causing my mind to explode due to sheer absurdity. I was trembling with fury. Honestly, I couldn't understand how a person like her had actually passed the SAT.

"You can tell me to stay away from the others but not Delia." Hmmm... "What's your relationship with her?" I asked coldly. He was fidgeting like he didn't want me to know. "You're wasting my time, Clarence. I have other business to attend to. And if you don't tell me, better be prepared to clear your office." I threatened again, hoping that'd make him talk. "Fine. Your personal assistant is my ex-girlfriend." My eyes widened a little and my lips parted on their own. His ex-girlfriend? How did he and Delia end up dating?

“I am Delisha Evans, your roommate. Can’t wait to be friends with you!” Delisha was Pearl’s roommate and she had totally forgotten. How will things turn out when Pearl knows the future and despises her with all her might. Will Pearl be able to use this chance to win the man of her dreams in this life? Especially when tonight is going to be the big night, the night to make a first impression on Ethan.

Chapter two : His Niece "I'm his niece, Dr. Layla Davis" she smiled at Delia. "Oh Hi , I'm Delia Taylor . We met last night at Stage Seattle" she smiled and held his arm . He looked at the girl , praying in his head that she will back off but instead she brushed her nose with the male , completely ignoring the doctor's presence . But before he could do anything further Mr. Davis lean back a bit . "Actually , I was here for the monthly check up."

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

I wasn't even able to gasp for air. Delila's smile faded when she saw the dark look on my face. She then said cautiously, "But if you don't like it, I can just leave now…" Luca frowned. "Katerina. This is only a regular party. Also, Delila is your best friend—" "How could I possibly say no to Delila?" I said, interrupting him and forcing myself to sound carefree and happy. "She is my best friend, after all. Of course, she needs to witness my happiness."