Novel & Cerita You Delilah

I mutter, give him a bow and intend to leave but he holds my elbow just to stop me. However, I snap his hand away from me and said; "I hate you" "Well, I hate you more, stop giving me attitude and get me back to my body" It creeps me out that I'm talking to a ghost. I need to snap out of my delusions immediately before it consumes me. I walk out on him again and this lunatic keeps following me! "I'd make you famous shorty, Everyone would worship you as a god" Don't say a word. Drelia

“I—he—he doesn’t even see me! And that—Delilah! She’s laughing like she owns him! I'm going to fucking kill her.” Delilah had lied. Liar. Liar. Liar.. “Keep your hands off her,” I said in a deadly tone. “You’re on your knees in this game, Cheryse. Don’t forget it.” Fuck Jon rules. Caleb dies tonight.

She was in preschool now, her world revolving around finger paints, mispronounced words, new discoveries and the relentless belief that she could convince her father to let her stay up past bedtime if she blinked just the right way. On a Friday evening, Calix and Delilah were getting ready for a date night, their first in months, and the atmosphere was one of excited anticipation. Delilah stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, slipping into a black silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She hadn’t worn it in over a year, but tonight was special. Her hair was styled in a sleek, elegant bun, and her face was radiant with a soft, natural glow, the picture

Not to anyone in the world . Not even to Jackson himself. I am still the Delilah Tomson and no one is going to take away every I sacrificed for .

Devil! "Devil?" I asked her to repeat what she said. "Aren't you?" And I knew she was gone for the night. "Wait! I will teach you what a devil can do to you," and she ran upstairs to protect herself from me. I watched her run up the stairs, a smile stretched across my face. She was laughing, her infectious giggle filling the room, and I couldn't help but join in. I chased after her, feeling the excitement and energy of the moment.

Her gaze remained fixed on him, and it was clear that she was waiting for an answer to her question earlier. “Brielle…” He drawled with a sigh, but she wasn’t fazed at all. “What did you say earlier about Lady Delilah? I didn’t quite catch what you said.” Scoffing inwardly, knowing she was lying, Darius, however, obliged and replied. “I said, Lady Delilah is no longer alive. I murdered her.” “Why? What happened? Did she do anything to..." She began to say something, but Darius interrupted her.

"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."

This isn't what I was expecting to see, I was expecting to come and see Scarlet, talk about the issue, and know what to do next not meet her lying down in the pool of her blood. As Scarlet's fragile grip tightened around my hand, she summoned every last ounce of strength to whisper, "Delilah... and... Lucy... are... the same person." Her voice was barely audible, a faint whisper that forced me to lean in, my ears straining to catch each word. I didn't understand, I know who Lucy is but I don't know who Delilah is. "Who is Delilah?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, forgetting that Scarlet was struggling to speak.

~Ezinne~ Minutes later, Delilah had finished adorning me in my attire, and I looked splendid in the reflection that greeted me from the mirror. While I was fully capable of dressing myself, Delilah's expert touch as a professional stylist made the experience distinctly enjoyable. I watched her carefully through the mirror as she placed the final piece of jewellery on me, reflecting the light with a subtle shimmer. I had seen all the exchanges between her and Kael—the stolen glances filled with unspoken words, her cheeks tinted with colour whenever he passed, their fingers brushing and clinging briefly. Catching her eye in the mirror, I offered her a knowing smile, to which she responded with

“He has my kid. How can I go against him? He will kill my baby. I ...” A tense silence stretched between us as Delilah muttered under her breath, talking to herself. I almost jumped when she grasped my legs and looked up, pleading piteously. “I am begging you, Candice. Only you can help me in this vast world.” ... I didn’t know what Delilah meant when she begged me, as before I could gather more information, she lost consciousness. Her limp body fell to the ground like a tree in a storm. “God! This is amazing!”