You Delilah Novels & Stories

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

My moment in the spotlight, and not in the way I’d ever imagined. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen,” I began. “My name is Delilah Knight, and I am Mr. Knight’s wife. Just yesterday, I blamed myself for the chaos going on in the Calix Empire.That same yesterday, I found out that I was someone who unknowingly danced to the tune of some very terrible people.”

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 .

"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.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

DELILAH And before you even ask, yes, I lied. I didn’t tell Jason who I really was. I didn’t mention that I was a Blackwater. I didn’t talk about my family or my house or anything that tied me to that world. The only real thing I told him was my name.... Delilah. Everything else was carefully chosen. Safe. Small truths about what I liked, what made me laugh, things that couldn’t be traced back to who I actually was. I wanted to be there at that moment with him, forget for a while.... An escape.

But my expression shifted instantly into a cold, dangerous glare. “I am still the daughter of Vladimir Devali — and who are you?” I asked, stepping closer. “Just another elite guard, nothing more.” Before she could answer, I kicked her square in the jaw. She stumbled backward and fell onto the sofa, clutching her now‑crooked nose. “Speak to me with disrespect one more time, and I will feed you to the sharks.” I pulled a dagger from behind my back and drove it hard into the cushion right beside her thigh. She screamed as the blade sank deep into the fabric. None of the other guards dared move — they were clearly terrified.

Damien grunted, and the boys chuckled. “Whatever,” I rolled my eyes and continued eating. “Guys, Delilah and her crew are coming toward our table,” Juliet whispered. We looked. “Who? Is it Delilah from the Bible who betrayed Samson?” Vanessa asked, confused, and we burst into laughter. “No, not that Delilah, but this one’s almost like the one in the Bible. Look, here she comes,” Juliet said, eyeing something—or someone—behind me. “What have we done to deserve a visit from the queen of hell?” Juliet muttered sarcastically.

My tongue feels thick, words slurring. He grips my chin hard, fingers digging into my jaw, forces my face up. “Who sent you to my room?” “No one. Please… Marcus cheated…with my friend. On my graduation day of all days.” A dark, mocking laugh rumbles from his chest. “Poor little Muslim girl got her heart broken and decided to stumble into Valentino Delucca’s suite for comfort?” The name hits like ice water. Valentino Delucca. The most dangerous man on the East Coast, head of the Black Serpent's and my sister's fiancee.