Springtrap X Deliah Novels & Stories

That was when she noticed him. He wasn’t giving orders like the others. While supervisors pointed and shouted, this man simply worked. He carried a heavy piece of equipment across the crowded floor, adjusting his grip when it shifted. When a frightened teenager started hyperventilating on a stretcher nearby, he set his load down without hesitation. Knelt. Spoke quietly, one steady hand on the boy’s shoulder until the panic eased. Only then did he pick up his gear and keep moving. Someone brushed past Naomi. “That’s Aiden. From Aelion.”

these words sounds familiar to me, including his presence and scent, 'strike it out Melanie it's impossible' "Umm I'm Melanie the lady who is meant to be your wife" "Get out!!" " Are you really that cool, driving me out with out hearing me out, your workers must be suffering " I said almost commanding. " Go straight!" " Well I'm here to strike out our difference, I'm not willing to marry you and I don't think you're so let have a contract marriage " " Why?" " Cause I'm not interested in living with a stranger, and perhaps I've a mission I've to accomplish within one year, so let's have a one year contract marriage "

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

Felix got dressed and opened the door, and he blurted out in shock, "Delilah?" Even though the woman at the door wore sunglasses and a mask, Felix immediately recognized her. It was Delilah—also known to the public as the superstar, Dreamscape. Once inside, Delilah took off the disguise, leaned in close, and sniffed the air. She said with a smirk, "Yup, definitely another woman's scent in here. So Nerissa's not around, huh? And you're still living the good life, I see." Felix felt a little awkward. Delilah was right—he had literally just finished hooking up with Zara. He asked, "Delilah, how did you even know I was here? Is something going on?"

Delia stood closer now, her eyes dark pools, unreadable, unashamed. “Why are you stiffening like a child?” Delia whispered, her voice low, husky, carrying both mockery and allure. “I...” Nadai’s voice cracked, and she coughed to cover it. “This… this isn’t why I came.” Delia smiled, slow and predatory. Droplets of water slid down her collarbone, trailing between the valley of her breasts before clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. “Oh, but it is,” she murmured. “You came to me. You want to destroy Elias, to take away the distraction from Kael’s path. And now…” She tilted her head, her wet hair brushing over her shoulder, “…you’re realizing that alliances are sealed in many ways.”

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

And now? I was next. I instinctively stepped back. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not close to you." Nadia grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Really? I like you. Join us. Five grand a month. No—ten." "I'm pretty sure she's not interested in your ten grand." The voice cut in behind me. I turned. Emma stood there with the other two from 501. Nadia let go—too fast—and gave Emma a stiff little wave.

She snarled “Two against one? How did you do it? Sneak attack!? Sucker punch? You couldn’t have taken her unless you got the jump on her. You cowards! You pathetic jealous petty cowards. Can’t fight one on one, can you? You have to gang up on someone before you stand a chance to win. Well.. I’m giving you the chance to prove how big and bad you are.. Both of you.. bring it. Let’s see how it works out for you when your opponent is facing you.. Because I gotta tell ya.. That was your last opportunity to put hands on Valerie ever again.” . Bethany swung at her and Sophia tried to kick her.. Delilah took two steps back and laughed “Damn! Y’all suck! Let me show you how it’s done..” she stepped i

Tyler smirked, remarking, "Look at her, actually getting some shut-eye. We'll see how long that lasts." Axel gazed at Daniella's face, his fists clenched tightly. That face had haunted him for five years. Noticing Axel's change in demeanor, Tyler added, "Axel, her reputation will be in tatters." Axel nodded in agreement. "Hello…" Suddenly, Clara's voice emanated from Axel's laptop. Tyler narrowed his eyes. 'Let the good show commence!' Clara introduced YN with great enthusiasm on the stage. However, when she pressed a key on her laptop, Tyler pressed the Space button simultaneously.