Novel & Cerita By Virtue I Fall Cora Reilly

I held up my phone and said indifferently, "Isn't it obvious? I'm gathering evidence to protect my legal rights. You cheated first. I'm just making sure justice is served. Seems fair to me." Zachary's face darkened in an instant. Without warning, he lunged for my phone. But before he could grab it, Vivian caught his wrist. "Sir, it's pretty rude to lay hands on a woman. And it just so happens… that's something I hate the most." I was surprised. I hadn't expected Vivian to step in so boldly.

I rush to the bathroom door and prepare myself for what I might see. Opening the bathroom door, I see Cora laying on the ground in a puddle of her own blood. Her eyelids are fluttering as if she is trying to stay awake. Looking at her hand I see that there is a razorblade in her grasp covered in blood. She did this to herself.

Cora looked at her without saying a word, expecting her to go on with what she had to say. And if this time she could not get who was trying to reach out to her, she would have to go back to the feast hall. She wouldn't want to go out to meet someone she doesn't know. It might be a trap or a setup. If not, why else would this visitor be concealing his or her name? "Sanguis alteri mundo ligat, portio e terra et trium sororum notissima, aliam hodie viam quam ad interitum et regnum supernaturalem efficit." Kira said abruptly.

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

" His eyes traveled from my bandaged feet, up to the slits on my dress, his eyes lingered there as his lips tugging upwards. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes . He shook his head, clearing his throat, "Damn Bella, that dress." "Perv," I stated smacking his arm. He just shrugged ignoring me, taking my foot in his hands caressing it slowly sending tingles on my thigh. "What are you doing?" I asked withdrawing my foot but he only tightened his grip. "It's called PDA," Rita whispered in my ear. "Huh?" I asked half distracted. "Public display of affection," she translated.

Natalie suddenly stepped back, her voice choked. "How dare you have the audacity to use a taxidermy specimen and scare me! Well done, Felix. Do you think I'd fall for this so easily? Do you really take me for a fool?" Honestly, I was torn between scoffing in amusement or straight up becoming straight up furious when I saw how wild Natalie's imagination could be. For starters, taxidermy specimens had their organs removed, but my internal organs had been burst apart in the pot. So, how could my corpse possibly be a specimen?

She took out her compact kit and began dusting her face. “I’m sorry madam. I’m just a little anxious,” Rose said as she rolled her eyes. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had been unable to infiltrate the Raymonds finances then she wouldn't have needed to be so humble. This woman would have become collateral damage. It was too bad for Rose that the Raymonds had not become formidable by being fools. It was going to be harder than Rose thought to milk them dry. She would have to settle for the crumbs they were throwing at her feet now

"Your limits? If you had any, then who is Natalie and Selena's father? If you had limits, would you be going to a hot spring resort with a fraud like Warren and have his fish displayed in our house? "If you had limits, would you have just pretended not to know anything about Nonagon Chemicals? And what about everything else you've done behind my back that I still don't know about? Do you even dare to tell me the truth? Your so-called limits are just a complete joke." When Joseph hung up, his emotions were still running high. Even his hand holding his cigarette trembled. The more he thought about it, the more he questioned the kind of woman Cora was. To him, she seemed like a devil. She was a

On hearing this, Tavy’s face hardened and she backed away as the other woman reached for her, anticipating that she would be struck again—but the other woman merely grasped her bicep, pulling her close so they were almost nose to nose. Her breath smelled faintly of beer and strands of her dark hair obscured her vision so frequently that she had to constantly bat them away in scissor-like motions. “I’ve had to drink alone for thirty minutes while turning down corporate execs with zero game,” Tavy fumed, “You don’t get to act like you didn’t deserve that one.” A thin curl of guilt unfurled into Camille as she soothed the struck part of her arm, where faint, red handprints could be made out.