Waifu Delilah Leaked Novels & Stories

It was even better that she had sold her uselessly extravagant clothing items and accessories, and for all the cash that Noah had sent to her to buy some things for herself, which she did not get. She had refused to pick calls from anyone. Not from Wendy, Piero, or even Noah. Natalia was sure that Wendy and Noah had received the fright of their lives when they saw that someone apart from the both of them knew of the secret affair that they had had since college. And someone else had also known that Delilah was not the just daughter of a random one night stand that Wendy had had, he was a secret she had kept because the father was her very own husband, Noah.

"Yes. Boys, girls, or a boy and a girl?" "Excuse me?" That was Katrina. "Yes, Cáel," Delilah finally felt safe in speaking. "You've got Miyako knocked up with a baby girl. Let's see what you did this time." I couldn't spare Delilah a dirty look because getting into physical contact with Tadêfi was more important to me.

Delilah paused. “But… what?” asked the others curiously. Meanwhile, Baylor and Emery were busy playing on their computers to view the CCTV footage that they had stolen. “We found something else that was interesting!” Delilah said. Her face showed a twinkle. “What is that, Delilah?” asked Cerys, the third daughter of Lunatte. “Emery, give me the phone.” Emery handed the phone to Delilah. Adeline and Cerys waited patiently to see something of their twin sister wanted to show them.

"I didn't want you to find out this way." "Well, I did." I scoffed again. "You even told him that your name is Camila. Why the fuck would you even do that?" "Because I don't want him to know I'm Delilah! I don't want him to find out that I am his assistant's daughter."

Daniel released her nipple that was red and swollen to repeat the same procedure on the other one. After he was a little satisfied with her breasts, he kissed her swollen lips passionately. His hand slid into her shorts and found out that she was already soaking wet. "You are damn wet, Alicia." He said in between their kisses. Alicia moaned as she felt his large hand rub her clit.

“I want to give this to the world.” “The archive?” “No,” she said. “Myself. As I am now. Not hidden. Not afraid.” The next morning, Jason plugged the flash drive into a secure system in the office. Delilah’s lawyer was already on a Zoom call. Inside the drive: 400GB of Whitlock’s life. Photos. Payment records. Emails from media contacts he'd groomed. Contracts signed with his real name and aliases. A journal entry. One was labeled “Cass.”

Delilah frowned. “Delilah, he hacked your phone and your computer. Jonathan backtracked a trojan to his computer. He has been watching you via the camera on your laptop. So anytime your computer was on, he could watch you. Trust me. He deserves everything that’s coming to him.” Persephone explained. “Wait, you mean if I left my laptop open after doing an assignment and I changed clothes, he saw…” Delilah covered her face turning pink and then red as she went from embarrassed to angry.

"What nature doesn't create spontaneously, science can nudge along." She reaches down to pull something out of her purse and I flinch instinctually. Delilah's smile curves downward. "Atlas, I have always been upfront and honest with you," she holds out what looks like a miniature flash drive. "And yet you still don't trust me. I may have been raised by Magnus Fisher, but I'm not like him. I will always be your ally." "That memory card has copies of all of his files on what he did to the embryos, including your wife," Delilah explains. "I'm glad you are here so I can give it to you personally. I needed a backup plan and I'm..."

And oh, what a lesson it would be. The next morning, Delilah woke with a start, the sunlight streaming through her curtains and illuminating the mess she'd made. The sheets were still damp, a testament to her night's indiscretion, and her body ached in that delicious, post-orgasmic way. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill. Her sex drive, once a source of shame—something she'd hidden from partners, therapists, and even herself—now felt like a gift. It wasn't a disorder; it was her truth, and with Eli, Damien, and Zeke, it could be something shared, something celebrated. She stretched, her muscles sore from the dildo's vigorous use, and reached

"Can I come in?" Towel in one hand, drying her hair, she stepped aside to let me enter. Relieved, I slipped inside. Delilah sat down on the sofa and said casually, "All right, spill it. What's wrong?" I sat across from her and hesitated for a long moment before finally telling her everything I'd seen that day. "You're saying Alicia is cheating on you?" The surprise on Delilah's face was unmistakable. I nodded heavily. As Alicia's husband, I didn't want to admit it, but the truth was the truth.