Why Does Love Kill Delilah Novels & Stories

Ai shitakara. (I don't care about that. You don't have to try and force it. Even if you wash faded clothes. It'll just continue to wears off. There is no sadness, there is no pity. But I continue to pretend. I don't want nail marks on my parting hands. Because I loved you) Once she took that verse, her eyes filled with tears. She was singing to him—and he knew it. It was like they were alone under the moon light, a disguised confession. Every lyric was her heart laid bare.

"Only this time, you won’t be able to get her back. Not after what you just did." "If your mother were alive, she’d be heartbroken to see how you’ve treated that girl—the same one who’s done nothing but love you. We’ve all seen it. Meanwhile, you’ve only doubted her, Nathan. And let me tell you something: love has limits, and you’re running out of them with her." "Don’t expect her to forgive you when you finally realize your mistake. Even the deepest love can wither away, and when it does, all that’s left are the consequences of your actions."

she shouted. Mary flinched. Delilah’s voice shook. "He’s not a demigod or immortal. He’s human. He’s been humiliated, treated like a commoner in that organization because of me. You think people fear me? No. They’ll only chase him, hurt him—because he’s close to me. Because I love him." Mary didn’t know what to say. She had never heard Delilah speak with such raw emotion. She had expected resistance, maybe tears—but not this.

Delilah's anger flew off the hook and she put of anger, she got her tortire whip and gave him five painful slash on the arm. "You're mistaken, Thane." She chuckled dryly, rolling her eyes at Thane who groaned in utmost pain. "I had always wanted to kill Gill, his wife and especially Aiden. He killed my son and I also want to make him grieve his own son too." She bent to his level, raising his chin to look at her. "You puppet, why do you think I didn't object to your words when you came to seek my help on killing your brother?" Thane widened his brows, realisation dawning on him. He thought he was using Delilah but turns out he was being used too, UNKNOWINGLY!

she manages, her voice strained. Delilah sneers. “Oh, but I do. Do you have any idea what it was like? Living in your shadow? Watching you get everything while I was cast aside like I never existed?” She grips Olive’s face harder, her thumb pressing into her jaw. “I begged for his love. I begged to be seen. But no, Olive was always the perfect one.” Her lips curl into something twisted. “So I disappeared. I let them erase me. I let them remake me. And now, I’m the only thing standing between you and a quick death.”

She was going to die here and she wasn't ready yet…there was still so much she wanted to do. Liam picked up the syringe and the vial from the table and smiled at her. His eyes never left hers as he inserted the syringe into the vial and pulled. Delilah watched fear gripping her as the liquid entered the syringe. It was actually going to happen; she was going to die here, no one could save her now. This was the cliamx of her pitiful existence. "You can't kill your mate, it's a sin to the goddess" Delilah said the fear in her voice, evident her breathing now ragged.

“But you, love, are new. This should be interesting.” Savannah opened her mouth to respond, but the words lodged in her throat like stones. Behind her, the house hummed with a dangerous calm. Outside the window the city glittered oblivious. Delilah turned then, the silk of her dress whispering, and as she crossed toward the door she glanced over her shoulder, a casual threat on her lips. “Don’t be so quick to trust what men say when they leave things out,” she intoned. “It’s the omissions that kill you.”

Delilah purred, and he chugged two glasses full of the the demon’s blood, and he was already very tipsy. “Mmh.” She smiled and used her growing nails to scratch the back of his head and back and she raised her body slightly to bury his face in her breasts. “What are you doing to me, Delilah?” Eriel asked. Delilah smirked. “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.” And with that, she stabbed him in the back of the head and down to the top of his spine. To kill him, she would have to go lower than that, and even brought out his spine if she could. She left the knife in there and kissed the top of his head.

“But if you love someone, you should be happy for them. Zarek has died once, Delilah. And now he’s back. He deserves happiness, and I will gladly die protecting him.” Delilah’s smirk faded. For the first time, something unreadable flickered across her face. “So you’d rather die for him than be his mate?” she asked. Linda looked her straight in the eyes. “Yes.” Delilah’s jaw tightened. “You love Zarek. I love him too,” Linda said. “But we aren’t his mate, Delilah. And we can’t force things. Don’t hurt Kara anymore, or you’ll have to deal with me. If you push this any further, I’ll put our friendship aside.”

“You are only here, because I wanted to fuck you, you got that?” Tears stream on her eyes. “Y—yes.” She choked. He could kill her, if he wanted to. “P—please don’t kill me.” Delilah pleaded. She was shaking terribly. Romanov harshly let go of her neck. “Leave.” Every single word he said is full of authority. “I wanted you to fucking leave!” With fearful gaze, Delilah gathered herself. Her naked trembling body run past at him. She was crying. On her way, she met Aiden.