You Delilah Novels & Stories

“Because I hope that I will have grounds to fire her soon or that she will quit.” “That bad? How long has she been in the position?” I asked. “Four years, but between the two of them, I’d much rather keep the other woman who’s been doing it two years.” “Other woman?” I asked, then paused as the way he worded it clicked. “Wait, it’s a partnered position?” “Don’t worry. Delilah works very hard and is very dedicated to her job.” Delilah? What kind of name was that? How old was she? The name alone sounded ancient, especially since she was obviously born before the song that made it a popular name again. Grace once had it on her list of names for girls, along with a hundred others.

She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?” Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?” Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth. “What are you busy again with, D? Is it Adam?” Missy marched for Delilah’s direction. She snatched the phone away from her reach and moved to hide behind Valentine as she read the words in their friend’s phone.

“Mom, you’re… it’s not true. It was just a bad nightmare. Go back to sleep now.” “Look,” Delilah began digging in her uniform top. I frowned, thinking, okay, this is definitely an episode. She took out a chain with a round pendant that I had not realize was hanging around her neck. She opened up the round pendant and showed me a picture of a little girl, light in complexion, with dark black fuzzy hair and dark black eyes, smiling from corner to corner with only a few teeth in her mouth, 8 maybe. A baby girl. As soon as I looked at that picture, my heart melted like it’s never been before. In that little girl’s eyes and smile, I saw Yoké’s smile! Her pointy nose and big forehead, just like mi

♕—Delilah Half an hour later, the door opened and mama entered with a solemn smile, "Delilah, it's time..." Heartbreak crashed over me like a tidal wave. Longing for the person I could never see again, for the love I would never have the chance to cherish again, for the dreamy relationship I would never get the chance to enjoy. The flutters that would never be ignited in the depths of my soul again. The hope, joy, and thrill of the unfamiliar that I could never experience ever again.

Wearing a dissatisfied expression, Thea said, “Are you trying to steal my position? I’m not giving it up so easily.” Delilah simply smiled and replied, “Thea, you are a genius doctor. James is your assistant. You should focus on giving him instructions. Just leave the poison to me.” Delilah knew that the man before her was the Black Dragon. Although the generals of the Southern Plains had declared that the Black Dragon was dead, no one had actually seen his body. Delilah was a popular actress, but in this aspect, she was not that much different compared to the others. She too admired the hero of Sol, just like any other person.

I wanted him closer. The only one who sounded like she might take me seriously without treating me like a TikTok clout-chaser or someone who’d taken too much shrooms in a walk-up with mold, was a woman named Delilah Cross. Her website was bare bones but professional, and there were no jump scares, no creepy background music. There was a line on the homepage: “The veil is thin where desire lives.” I booked the first appointment I could. *** Delilah wasn’t what I expected. She had no lace shawls, no jangling bangles or black eyeliner. She looked like someone’s cool aunt who’d smoked weed at Woodstock, had white-blonde braids, earth-toned linen, and piercing gray eyes.

Alex likes the idea. By mindlink, he calls Delilah, and when she knocks on the door and enters, she bows and shows her neck. - Alpha Alexander, Alpha Michael, how can I help? - Come in, Delilah, sit down. We need to talk to you. Delilah was a 25-year-old, beautiful, muscular woman. An extraordinary warrior who had found her mate in a young man. His mate was a baker in the pack and when he turned 18, he found out that his mate was a 20-year-old warrior. He thought she would reject him, but she was the most loving lady in the world, nothing like she appeared to be. She had a little 1-year-old pup, which her mate took care of, leaving her free time for the shifts she was scheduled to take.

Did she really do something so evil? “Yeah! Delilah was polluting her mind to the point that the little kid started screaming for help, I have to keep Faith away from Delilah now.” As she finished, she secretly scanned Dallin’s face for a reaction.

She insists, "You had sex with me. The article said that you've only had sex with two people and I am one of them. It's so obvious that you're not over me. My name is Delaney, and Dels could be short for Delaney." "But it's not short for Delaney." I explain, grabbing Delilah by the waist and pulling her in front of me. I wrap my arms around her protectively, "Dels is short for Delilah, my wife, and the article is about her." I decide to be extra clear with my explanation.

The doubts gnawed at me, consuming my thoughts. Just as I was sinking deeper into my worries, I felt a familiar energy envelop me. This time, it wasn’t just a presence, it was a voice, clear and resonant. “You have uncovered one truth, Delilah. Do not hesitate to seek out the rest. But be cautious. The next three months will be critical. You are carrying your first child. She will be named Delula, after your ancestor. It means ‘Savior.’”