You Delilah Novels & Stories

Melissa's POV How on earth did she know me too well to have called my exact name? I thought it was hidden indeed. What was Delilah up to? Since when has she found out about me? “A deal ?” I asked as I returned my gaze to lady Delilah. “Yes. A deal. Looking at it, we both want something from each other. Or we have something that we both want. Why don't we just make it easier for ourselves” She replied

“Please keep them safe,” I heard retreating footsteps pacing through the corridors. “Scarlett?” “Whatever you do, don’t make the mistake of sleeping with Ambroz.” Delilah said. “He’s a good guy.” The door suddenly opened and Delilah walked in with three escorts. “You.Both.” she seethed. Adira and Anahi looked towards her, while I furrowed my eye brows in confusion at the way she talked to them. “I-I…um, I mean…“ Delilah stuttered. “Take it from here, you two.”

Natalia asked “ that is your freaking fucking business “ Delilah spat as she raised the hood to her head and left her room through the window. And bitchy Delilah is back. Natalia thought. She suspected that Delilah’s new character was not real. Natalia sat on the bed and hot tears ran down her face. how in the world was she going to convince the Alpha Klaus that Delilah was around without been around.

“What is this?” “I have a story for you, Daughters,” Delilah said, sitting on a high white stool. “When I was your age, I had two best friends. We were a trio. Inseparable.” My 'Noir' persona stirred, a low growl of warning in my mind. She was lying. Every word felt like a trap. “My dearest friend was named Helena,” Delilah said, looking at me with fake affection. “She had a beautiful daughter. Daniels.”

Fiona says in a terrorized tone. Fiona then spots a lady coming down the basement stairs, “Who are you miss?, please help me. Delilah comes down and stroked Fiona’s hair as the child’s leg was chained to a chair, she wasn’t going to let this girl escape as her last victim attempted before, no not this time, she had planned well She thought… “My name is Delilah, and am your father’s former PA, and sweetie you are?, Delilah developed a cunning smirk on her face as she spoke to the young girl.

“I have been waiting patiently for you.” “Well you have to wait, I have prisoners to deal with a new mate, and a baby coming.” I sighed. “But you could have summoned me and we could have spoken about everything already.” “Well this mate of yours, she is a Princess?” he growled. “Are you sure she isnt someone that is pretending to be one?” “She didn’t even know she was on,” I said rolling her eyes. “Her name is Delilah, she is the daughter of Mitchell the royal guard murdered years ago, you know this and I know this is his daughter.”

She started to trash around when she felt someone touching her. "No! No! Leave me, Kevin! Please! Don't kill me, please! Kevin! Please don't stab me, Kevin!" Delilah shouted out loud in panic while thrashing around. "Delilah! What the hell?! Wake up. It's just a dream! Wake up! You are safe. It's just a dream. Delilah!" The voice shouted loudly near her ear, trying to grab her attention. Nothing worked but his last word, stopped her struggle.

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”

Deli was hell-bent on killing my best friend. She was relentless in her assault, and I felt firsthand why she was considered the most dangerous demon assassin to walk the earth. She was also the infamous Delilah, the ancient wife of Samson, and the reason he ended up dead. Herodias' annoying commentary filled me in on this tidbit as we fought for her entertainment. I had tried to talk Mrs. Deli out of her trance, but she was too far gone to return to her senses.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.