Novel & Cerita By Virtue I Fall Cora Reilly

Aria pov I wrapped my towel snugly around my chest, the fabric comforting against my skin as I tossed the feathery pillow towards the far end of my mattress. I squatted to retrieve the other throw pillow, which had tumbled to the floor during my restless sleep. My gaze was directed upwards, not needing to focus on the ground beneath me. As I traced my fingers over the soft material of the pillow, I brushed against something unexpected—something light but oddly textured. Curiosity piqued, I lifted it, my heart pounding as realization hit me like a bolt of lightning: it was a woman’s underwear, carelessly discarded on my pristine bed. The sheer audacity of it sent a wash of outrage coursing th

A deep cry emerged from her throat, and another gamma loosened the ropes used to tie her hands to the tree. Cora fell to the ground, unable to cry anymore as her sobs became muffled. "Take her away," Hillard, the chief gamma, who had supervised it all said to the gammas. Two gammas picked Cora up and dragged her back to the dungeon. Vivian watched this from under the shade of the olive trees without saying a word. Cora was not just suffering for something she did not really do, but, she was suffering for her cruelty towards Maya since her first arrival.

She asked no one. "I'm sorry Laura, I feel really bad, I can't believe all this happened, I felt so ashamed of myself, I can't bear to see you in pains, I can't bear to be the reason for your pains, I will just kill myself, my father has caused you more than enough pains by taking away your birthright and how Axel, I don't deserve to live." Cora ranted pretending to be in so much pains. She stood up and carried a knife. "I hope we meet in the hereafter Laura, I love you." Cora said and closed her eyes trying to stab herself.

The coldness on my shoulder made me jump but quickly calmed down when I realized it was the glass of alcohol that Cora placed on my shoulder, maybe to bring me back to my senses. “Um… I'm so sorry I didn’t mean...” “That’s okay, I'm sure you’re worried about your wedding night, but don’t worry, everything is going to be okay,” she said as she handed me one glass, I hesitated as I’ve never had alcohol in my life but took it thinking of tonight; maybe I could get myself drunk that way I would not need to experience anything. I didn’t really need to save my virginity as nobody wanted me anyway, but I’ve always wanted to have my mate break my virginity, and now it seemed a ruthless alpha was goi

And she felt nothing but contempt. "You had a chance to tell the truth," she said quietly. "You saw what happened. You know Vanessa pushed me. But you chose to defend her anyway. You chose to make me the villain. Again. So no, Liam. I am not going to tell them anything. You made your choice. Now live with it." Liam's face flushed red. "You are really going to let them do this? After everything we were to each other?" "We were nothing to each other," Cora said. "Not really. I was just convenient until someone better came along. Well, congratulations. You got someone better. Now enjoy the consequences."

“Lies over truth.” Her eyes gleamed with something dangerous, something final. “Then I hope you’re ready for the consequences.” The air crackled with raw energy as Cora, consumed by rage and bitterness, lunged at them. Her body was a blur of motion, fueled by a hatred so intense it twisted her soul. The fight had erupted in an instant—Cora’s fists collided with Norwan’s, and Natalie stepped in with a swift defensive move, placing herself between them.

Penelope’s eyes roam over Violet’s face and she frowns before looking at Cora and demanding, “Bring her back.” Cora’s voice is calm as she responds, “This is a natural consequence when messing with the spirit world. It is too early to pull her back. She is still breathing steadily and remains in good health. She is not in any distress. Things could get worse if I try to bring her back. We don’t know the consequences it would have for her.”

Like pouring lighter fuel onto a tiny ember of a flame and igniting a volcano eruption of light. Cornel jumps to his feet in alarm, crying out in anguished pain like a dying animal, his body stiffening and twisting as he fights the internal agony. He grasps his heart with both hands, clutching at his chest as though to claw out what it is I am causing, before falling to the ground in a heap. Slumping down in a heavy unceremonious clatter into a deadweight of non-motion. I watch, undeterred and unaffected as he lays groaning and writhing, just as Cora returns, cradling the vial and bloodied dagger against her bosom, eyes wide as though she’s still reeling from what I made her do.

“Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. You'll be surprised at what I can do to get my man.” “I just hope that man wants to be gotten…” Violet replied, stepping forward until she closed the distance between them. She placed a palm on Cora's shoulder and leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Girl to girl. Stop chasing a man if he chases after another woman. It only makes you look ridiculous.” Cora glared at her. The words must have hit her so much that she couldn't keep up her calm facàde. “Violet Harris, we shall see who's gonna look ridiculous in the end!” She screamed, raising a hand to slap her.