You Delilah Novels & Stories

she finally said, even though it was obvious that she doubted that. "Right," Tequila muttered. She took a good look at Delilah. She reminded her of Delilah in the Bible, who had deceived her husband, cut his hair which was his power source, and handed him over to his enemies—at least that's how Tequila remembered the story went. She was suddenly wary of the young woman. "Well, there's nothing we can do about that now." She saw Delilah give her a side glance, but Tequila ignored this.

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.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

Delilah’s stomach fluttered as she stepped out of the Uber, her eyes tracing the grand silhouette of Bellvue Manor. "Well, here goes," she murmured into her earbud. "Keep it together, Delilah," Ruby’s smooth voice replied. "Tonight's our night." From her own vantage point, Helen’s voice crackled through the line, calm and precise. "Ladies, let’s keep it tight. Eyes open, ears sharper." "Roger that, Helen," Delilah responded. "We've got this."

"I guess I don't get what you're saying." "I know it's you Amelia! You can cut the act now." Li-lah shook her head in denial. "I'm really not who you're saying I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." Diego's faith was shaking. Is she really not Amelia? Was he wrong? "You're not Amelia, are you?" "That's what I've been saying. You must have thought I was someone else. Delilah Sanchez is who I am." but... "Mom, Grandma is here." Lia said running over to Li-lah. She was excited.

Her stomach aligned proudly with her tiny waist which gave way decently for her average buttocks behind her, her shapely hips stood perfectly on her long, sexy legs. She hadn't the time to take care of herself like the other ladies of her age else she'd have been in the list of one of the most notorious playgirls back in HY city. Sighing, Delilah combed her hair with her fingers for the last time before walking back into the large living room but Carter wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the other bathroom so she proceeded outside and there he was, his hands on the railings as he scrolled on the tablets in his hand.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

It was absurd. But she was sure about this thing. In the end, everything was going to be alright. "Sure," she replied. They had dinner silently. Delilah went downstairs to do the dishes. When the maid showed her concern, Delilah assured her that Nathaniel wouldn't say anything. The maid trusted her and stepped back reluctantly. Delilah did some work before going back to their room. She found Nathaniel working on his laptop. She didn't want to disturb him, so walked into the closet to change into something comfortable. She came back and tucked herself into the bed.

“Liam, come sit and eat with us. We’re just welcoming Dr. Quayle back after she completed her studies abroad.” Liam stared at me, but I pretended not to notice. “No need. My mom is waiting for me outside.” With that, he left in a hurry. “His mother has dementia and keeps wandering off.” “A former CEO is now delivering food. Life really is unpredictable…” “He brought it on himself for cheating on his wife with that mistress of his.” “Stop it! Dr. Quayle is here.” The next time I heard about Bianca was in the news. She had continued pursuing wealthy men and was ultimately strangled to death by someone a wife had hired, who then concealed her body in a freezer. Police later discovered it during

“Well, Father Weston, we do try. But unfortunately, some of us have a bit of poison running through their veins—metaphorically speaking, of course.” Caleb shot me a glare that could burn through steel. Jon’s gaze sharpened. “Enough.” That single word was colder than winter. I shut my mouth instantly, even if my blood boiled at how easily he silenced me. Jon took a slow breath, then clasped his hands behind his back. “As you both know, Delilah is gone. She left the country with Thorne.” I shrugged. “Good for her. One less ghost haunting this family.” “Silence!”