Cordelia Falsettos Novels & Stories

"You have been brought before us because of your crimes against the coven." "What times have I committed?" Cordelia says. "I am not a member of this coven." "Perhaps you have forgotten the deal we made," Endora says. "Your life in exchange for a child." "There was no child," Cordelia blatantly lies. "She died in childbirth." "Lies!" Endora screams. "We know there was a child." Cordelia rolls her shoulders back and holds her head high. "There is no child." Endora leans forward on the table in front of her and smiles evilly. "You will spend the rest of eternity in the void for your transgressions against the coven."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

[Cordelia] “Are you okay, Cordy,” his face and voice are warm and concerned, but his eyes are cold, and calculating, looking at every element of my face. Forcing my face into a smile I lie. “Everything is fine.” As happy as I am to see Angelica, I cannot trust her. She lied to me with too much ease and sincerity. She was convincing enough that I was starting to believe her, and if I hadn’t had a flash of memory, I may still be convinced. She didn’t betray a single mistake as she gaslit me and tried to convince me that my reality was not true.

‘And of course, act as if you are a maid. Cordelia briefly faked a smile. ‘Of course.’ As her uncle walked away, she muttered. ‘It won’t make a change for me.’ Taking her new outfit back into her room, Cordelia stood before the mirror. Her black hair flowed in waves down to her waist. Her lips were, as her uncle said, thick and full, and her breasts even more so. With a sigh, she took care to lace her corset firmly, hoping to tame her figure. This served only to increase the contrast between her waist and her breasts. She pinned her thick hair up next, and slipped on black stockings.

Dahlia broke into a cold sweat and hastily explained, "Don't listen to her nonsense, Mom. We just had a little argument, and she thought I was bullying Aldor." Coco insisted, "I'm not lying, Great grandma. She called Uncle Aldor..." Coco had an excellent memory. She repeated what Dahlia had said earlier, mimicking Dahlia's tone and demeanor perfectly. Having shared a thirty-year connection with Dahlia, Cordelia was aware of Dahlia's true nature. After listening to Coco's retelling of the situation, Cordelia remained silent. She raised her hand and beckoned her over. Sniffling, she walked to Cordelia's wheelchair.

She never came out of her shrine, and not everyone in the Lycaon palace gets to see her, so the description they had of her were mostly assumptions. Cordelia was younger than I’d expected. Since she was several centuries old, I’d expected a very old, toothless woman. But she wasn’t toothless. Her hair was grey and very scanty that I could see some parts of her scalp if I looked very well, but her face carried a youthfulness that didn’t go with the grey hair on her head. Her eyes were clear as day, and her skin soft and flawless. She wasn’t skinny like the books said she was. On the contrary, Cordelia was chubby, with round cheeks and fat dropping from her arms.

"Cum Gem, cum on my cock." I lost count of how many times I did and when my limbs gave out, he pressed his hand into my tummy to hold me up as he continued to fuck into me. Someone was speaking in tongues; at least that's what it sounded like, and the bed was shaking. It was me-I was blubbering like a one-year old, and crying tears of joy. Cord, meanwhile didn't seem to be anywhere near done. I felt something cool and slippery run down the crack of my ass to the tight hole there, just before he pushed his finger back inside. He pulled it out and went back in with another one.

Her flimsy dress had ridden up and Lucas was holding her smooth thighs, and her beautifully formed breasts bounced against his shoulder as he walked. Lucas was a 20 year old athletically built guy, he had long brown hair tied back and green eyes. She giggled helplessly as she patted him on the ass, “Faster, faster!” she shouted, as she tried to put her long wavy red hair into some sort of order, it had been neat until Lucas had picked her up. Her ginger red tresses now cascaded down over his shoulder. “God you’re heavy,” Lucas laughed at just how ridiculous his statement was. Cordelia has a petite body and had a slender build, she was akin to a little pixie.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

The morning after the midnight confrontation at our doorstep, the estate was hit by a different kind of chaos. Before the high council could even convene to discuss the bruised throat Draven had left on Valerie, a piercing scream echoed from the southern gallery. Cordelia had collapsed on her way to the morning chapel. Her personal maids found her face-down on the cold granite floor, her breathing shallow and her skin a terrifying, translucent gray.