Patsy And Delia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I knew making myself the only investor available for her company would make her hate me, but it is the only way I can get close to her. “Finally, you’re here,” Emilia says, standing up from the seat beside a sleeping Delilah. “What happened? Why is she drunk?” I ask as I examine Delilah. She looks okay, and that at least, brings me comfort. “One of the waiters said she was waiting for someone, but they never showed up. I guess she got drunk while waiting.” “Oh, and you said she called my name before she passed out?” “Yes, I was stepping out of my office when I heard her say ‘I hate you, Beau Williams’ twice.”

“How are things going with Mateo?” Delia’s expression changed immediately. Her smile vanished, and a shadow of seriousness fell over her face—something Natalia hadn’t expected at all. “What’s wrong?” Natalia asked, furrowing her brow. Delia sighed, dropping the pen onto the desk. “He’s ready for a serious relationship.” “And what’s wrong with that?” Natalia pressed, visibly confused. Delia looked up, her eyes showing a mix of nervousness and resolve. “I’m not ready for that, Naty. I… I don’t really believe in love.”

He told her. She nodded and walked away at his command. ^^^^ Delilah’s POV It felt great to see the work again, I stared outside the plane window, I took a deep breath with a smile. I placed my hand on my thighs. I could feel the dagger on my left thigh and a gun on my right thigh. I wasn’t taking chances. ‘Delilah died once but not this Delilah!.’ I thought with a frown. “Hi beautiful!.” The lady beside me said.

"If it won't be embarassing to you, it will be embarassing to me!" Daniel pouted his lips like a child and whined. "But it has been so long baby." Alicia smiled and gave him a peck on his lips. "But we can't do anything since Josh and Sabrina are here." She chuckled and headed towards the kitchen. Daniel sighed and leaned on the couch. He looked at his wristwatch and wondered why Sabrina and Josh weren't back from whatever discussion they were having. A sudden realisation hit him.

“Beta Cross, wait for me outside. I’ll be with you soon.” As Cross left the room, Delilah turned to Farrell. She approached him slowly, her small but powerful hands reaching up to cradle his face. “Please, my Alpha, my love,” she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. “I understand how you feel. But this is important. I’ll be back with you in no time, I promise.”

P A S T T I M E . . . "Are you serious, Del? A pet? Just because I pamper you doesn't mean I'll allow you to have a pet, okay?" Delilah pursed her lips, holding her hands behind her back as she gazed at the floor blankly. There was nothing beautiful except for the white and red designed Persian mattress and the feet of her father. The neatness of the floor reflected the gorgeousness of the chandelier hanging on the ceiling.

She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?” Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?” Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth. “What are you busy again with, D? Is it Adam?” Missy marched for Delilah’s direction. She snatched the phone away from her reach and moved to hide behind Valentine as she read the words in their friend’s phone.

Delia doesn’t reply immediately but the sad expression that covers her face as she stares in the direction Asher just went before she glances at the card in her hand tells me all I need to know, she wants to go. “Scarlett….it’s just one party, besides I thought you were over that Trevor dude?” She says, rolling her eyes as she mentions his name. “I am.” She shrugs, holding up the card to my face. I get her point but she misunderstands. I’m not the problem, I can be in a room with Trevor and not bat an eye at him but I can’t say the same for him and I’m not willing to entertain his drama. Delia’s expression suddenly turns serious again. “Do you know why I listen to heartbreak songs a lot, Sca

When Delia began to see black spots in her vision and could no longer understand the difference between life and death, Nerina opened her fingers again and Delia fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for the air that flooded into her lungs. Nerina spun, her nightdress moving in waves around her ankles, and walked over to Delia's shaking body. "Perhaps you prefer to die that way?" She chuckled when Delia couldn't answer. "I promise you, Delia, I will find more creative ways to take your life...eventually. Now get up and stop heaving and croaking like a frog." Just as Delia obeyed and pushed herself into her rubbery legs, Nezetta pushed the door open and walked in with a tray full of pastri

"Yes, Clara is dead. The woman sitting in front of you is Delia, your nemesis. I won't rest till there's nothing left to pick from you." "Let's talk about this, Delia. I was young and impulsive. I don't do things like that anymore—" "Based on the women, your recent pets, I heard you were still that way, but a little sophisticated this time, or even worse, they sign contracts with you, that's crazy. But..." Delia grinned before continuing. "You haven't done anything like that to your new pet, Retta, and that's because you're in love with her."