Why Does Love Kill Delilah Novels & Stories

“Wow, who are you to tell me that? And who are you to tell me to stop from wanting him? Sa tingin mo, mahal ka? Sa tingin mo, mamahalin ka kung nandito naman ako, ang dating nagmamay-ari sa kaniya. Sa tingin mo Dynee, mapapasayo talaga ang lalaking para lang sa akin? Sa tingin mo—” “Bakit Althea, sa tingin mo babalikan ka kung nandito naman ako? Sa tingin mo hindi kita kayang higitan sa pagmamahal niya sa akin kaysa sa ’yo noon? At sa tingin mo ba hindi ko kayang higitan ang pagmamahal mo sa kaniya noon kaysa sa pagmamahal ko sa kaniya ngayon? Bakit Althea? Bakit ipipilit mo pa rin kung alam mo naman sa sarili mo na wala ka nang pag-asa sa kaniya? His love for you has already faded. Kaya huw

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"

He was stubborn and struggling, and she wanted to help him. Yet over those seven years together, she had unknowingly fallen in love with Oliver. She simply never realized it. Unable to find Oliver, Sharon drowned herself in alcohol day after day. She cried herself to sleep and kept slapping herself. But no matter how much she regretted it, no matter how much pain she felt, it was useless. At last, she understood one thing clearly. Oliver was never coming back.

I screamed, No! I threw every ounce of my will against him, dragging back, resisting the murderous momentum. Frustration burned through me. I knew he wouldn’t kill her. He loved her in his own savage way. But he was not above hurting her, shaking her, or even frightening her if it meant ending that spell. Delilah nearly screamed as she dodged him. Her eyes widened for a moment, before hardening just as quickly. She yelled, “Vincula astryx!”

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

That softness keeps me grounded. I reach into the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out my spare makeup bag. If I’m going to take this man apart, I need to look sharp doing it. Touching up my lipstick, I check my lashes, fluff my hair, and lift the mirror to scan for flat spots—then freeze. A flash of green in the reflection. Familiar. My mirror slips from my hand as I whip around. Nothing. “I could’ve sworn—” “El, he’s sweating like a whore in church,” Halle says as she returns. “Shirt’s soaked. Looks like he’s going to melt out of his jack… et… Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

♕—Delilah He laughed once more, humorless, cold, and conniving, "Sometimes I wonder if you have ever been truly loved, Delilah... You don't seem like you understand what real fucking love is. Are you sure your Jack loves you?" I shook my head, glaring at him through my tears, "Don't you dare say his name with your mouth."

"And what sins does she have to be cleansed of? Delilah's expression turned disgusted as if the answer to my question was too difficult to say aloud. "She needs to be purified so that she is worthy of marrying Aldo Cerone again. Apparently, sleeping with the men she loved made her impure and unworthy of love and marriage," she explained. The anger in me choked me up as I clenched my jaw tightly. It was absurd that it still had this kind of effect on me. "When is it happening?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.

But as long as his obsession with trying to take what’s mine continues to run his life, I don’t think he has the capacity to truly love anyone–not while he’s still fixated on whoever I’m with. And I certainly don’t think Colin would fall in love with Delilah. She may seem like a lovely girl, but she’s cruel and conniving, and far more clever than I think anyone ever gives her credit for. She’s every bit as terrible as he is, but that doesn’t mean they deserve each other. That just means they’d make each other worse. And after that conversation they had in Delilah’s room–the way she humiliated Colin completely–wouldn’t he be too ashamed to ever want to go near her again?

Delilah laughed wildly as she spoke, as if she had gone mad. Damon’s mind felt like it had exploded. He had always believed that Demian loved Delilah, which was why he had been so kind to her. But who knew that even Demian’s love had been Delilah’s manipulation! He stopped, turned around, and calmly looked at Delilah, but the crimson rage in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. Delilah was still laughing, wildly, as though she had just heard the funniest thing in her life. “You could have had a decent time in prison, but now it seems you prefer to dig your own grave.”