You Delilah Novels & Stories

I saw Jake stood by the office door, leaning on the door frame, watching her too… What the hell? He linked Fuck knows but I think we may be about to find out..I link back "Oh good morning Mr Robertson, so good of you to make yourself available” she says. What the hell?! He had made himself available to speak to her! Lilah turned round and smiled at me, then looked up to Jake and smiled at him too, putting the phone onto speaker phone so we could hear everything that was said. “Delilah Patterson? That wouldn’t be the Delilah Patterson from River Ash now would it?” he asks.

He cried softly and pounded his fist on the ground. "Adrian!" Isabelle sank to her knees and held his hand. "It's going to be okay." She struggled to reassure him as he continued to fidget. "She killed him," he muttered. "I am all alone." "You have me," she said, looking him in the eye. "Isn't that right?" He sobbed like a baby as she held him. Deira had lost her wings. Deira had become the victim of a conspiracy driven by greed.

I scrunched my forehead thinking hard until Lidya shakes me back to reality. "This... is... so... freaking... awesome, Laila... he's like a sexy-greek-god!! Cant you believe it!!" she whispers animatedly, "I'll do anything to make this Hot-piece of stud to be mine... this Blaze A. DeVille... is worth a catch!!" Blaze. Blaze? Blaze? My eyes bug-out impossibly big while hearing that name. The devil in my dream mentioned his name... it was Blaze.

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?

After dinner, I checked the private account Adrian used for family matters on the study computer. A new post was up. There were no faces in the picture, only a man’s hand fixing a black shawl on a woman’s shoulders. The watch was the Patek Philippe I had bought for Adrian in Milan. The emerald ring on the woman’s hand belonged to the DeLuca family and had always gone to the woman of the house. The caption said, “A family name keeps trouble out. If the city is watching, the performance has to look complete.”

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

The wine stained her lips, full and glossy—so tempting I wanted to bite them. I knew that with a woman like this—long deprived, her desires finally stirring—I couldn't afford to back off halfway. I had to strike while the iron was hot. So I steered the conversation lower. "Delilah, how do you keep your figure so perfect?" "Just dancing and doing yoga every day. Though lately I feel like my thighs might be getting thicker." "Thicker?" I leaned closer and gently tugged at the hem of her nightgown. "Stand up. Let me get a good look—see if they've thickened or not…"

CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV "This is CNN Breaking News: Senator Alexander Harrington's daughter, Delilah Harrington, is alive tonight after a terrifying attack on the George Washington Parkway left her SUV hanging dangerously close to the edge of the Potomac bridge. Authorities say the twenty-two-year-old Yale graduate was chased by armed men before taking control of the vehicle herself and managing to stop it from crashing into the river below. Police are investigating the incident as a possible assassination attempt, while many are calling her survival nothing short of a miracle."

Delilah's POV: I ran to the shed near the gate, shifted, and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt from the drawer. Putting on the clothes, I went back to Antonio, "I am Delilah." His teeth bared at me, "I know very well who you are. Answer my question now." I was running out of time. I swallowed and tried to move past him toward the door. A hand clasped around my upper arm and jerked me back, "I am expecting an explanation, girl."

Let me give it more time. Once I get to my room I run to where my things are. I have not finished unpacking yet. I am still hoping something would happen and I will be out of here before I know it. I managed to bring Delilah’s journals with me. I have read them enough times to have them memorized, but maybe I missed something. How comes in their whole six year relationship, there is no mention of a child. It seems like a very huge thing to pass over, especially someone who mentions her outfits in the journal.