You Delilah Novels & Stories

She managed to ask, her voice trembling with awe. "Mhm… I am Delilah.” The voice replied, its tone filled with a profound fondness and familiarity. "You and I shall be forever connected... one heart, one mind." A surge of warmth and love radiated from Delilah, filling Visenya's heart with a renewed sense of empowerment and security. The moment was so profound, so captivating, that it moved Visenya beyond the capacity of words.

Delilah responded proudly, “Of course. My father is that popular.” Hailey smiled. Given that Delilah was Aidan Morris's daughter, Hailey was well-qualified to make that statement. However, this also demonstrated that Delilah was raised in a happy family environment. Even if Hailey's father were a world-renowned artist, she couldn't feel the same level of pride as Delilah did.

After all, Delilah had been used to starvation her whole life. Delilah is the second child in her family. She has an older sibling who is more like a criminal than a brother. Not only that, but Delilah also has to deal with her father, who has the same way as her brother or is exactly like their father, Delilah couldn't find the difference.

“And when you fall, I’ll be there to take everything you’ve ever cared about.” The door creaked open, and Delilah stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She surveyed Damian with a raised brow, her red lips curling into a smirk. “Plotting world domination again?” Damian turned to her, his expression cold but amused. “Something like that. What do you want, Delilah?” She shrugged, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I thought you might want to know—I have a little information. Something about Emma.”

"Do you know the woman standing over there?" He pointed to Delilah, who was still trembling on the floor, her makeup smeared and her eyes red from crying. Denzel turned his head, squinting at her like he’d never seen her a day in his life. He shook his head, looking completely disgusted. "No," Denzel said, his voice flat. "I don't know her. Who is she? Another one of Jordan’s flings coming to cause trouble?" "What do you mean by that?!" Delilah suddenly screamed, jumping to her feet. "You know exactly who I am, you snake! You hired me—"

She was enjoying the weather as she thought about her life. She was feeling alive here, where no one knew her, no one was disgracing her, no one wanted to sell her body, nor did anyone attracted to her scent. It was like a dream life for her. Delilah's eyes fell on a child and her mother. She missed her mother a lot. Delilah walked to the child and smiled at her. "How old is she?" She asked the child's mother. The mother's eyes fell on Delilah's uniform. She understood that Delilah was a nurse in the hospital so she smiled at Delilah.

Udal narrowed his eyes while bearing the pain of Hwata squeezing his arm as he asked, "Do you know me, girl?" "Yes, my lord!" Delilah's eyes lit up with excitement. "My name is Delilah Gosling, heiress to the Calebton Gosling clan and its junior chief. I've been hearing tales of Caleb's exploits here in Middleton City, and it really is him! He's an old friend and coming from the same town as him, I'm as excited as I am honored!" Blinking her pretty eyes at Udal, she pressed, "My lord, will you do me the honor of joining me for a few drinks?"

*** ~~Soren~~ *** I never liked Delilah’s mom, not only because she was an addict and took advantage of Lilah's kind heart. She can't be trusted. And she genuinely doesn't care about Lilah. I've witnessed this firsthand. At her funeral, she was absent, she took the money and disappeared. Now, she's back into Delilah's life like nothing happened. I don't know the game she's playing, but I could've sworn I saw her sending out a text.

He and four other of our mutual friends were present together with their female escorts. "Dude, you have to stop calling me that." I punched his elbow the moment I got close. I shook each person seated around the drink-filled table before taking my seat beside Delia. She was rather reserved and didn't say a word to anyone. "Who's the hot chick, Levi?" Hudson asked while staring lustfully at Delia whose gaze was on the floor. "Eyes off my woman, you casanova. She's my fiancee. Now, look away." I covered his eyes but he removed my hands to get another good at Delia.

The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator. “Angeli, what kind of bachelorette party is this? Ate Angie and Ate Kara didn’t come... Don’t tell me you’re leaving me here too?” Angeli didn’t answer. The elevator opened on the sixth floor, and she dragged me down the dark hallway. “Martha... Don’t waste this moment, okay? It’s just one night. One chance to score with someone else. After this, you won’t be available anymore. Don’t miss this chance, and just make this night amazing.”