روايات وقصص ضمن Cordelia Falsettos

Conversations died mid-whisper. Gabrielle felt it too. His shoulders squared, his expression carved in granite. If anyone dared speak out of turn tonight, he would break them. That much was clear in the hard line of his jaw. Then came the sound ,the soft echo of a cane tapping the marble. Cordelia appeared at the head of the hall, dressed in a dramatic sweep of wine-colored velvet. Her wig tonight was black, long, and sleek, framing her face like a queen carved out of an old legend. And yet, beneath the illusion, Alexa saw the truth. the slight tremor in her hand, the thinness in her cheeks, the brief flicker of pain she allowed only for a second.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Then she looked up to Carlos who already knew what it meant. This was all about revenge. ~~~~ {Somewhere unknown} Cordelia stepped down from her helicopter, her short bobbed hair blowing wildly in the wind. She wore a mask to block the desert sand and goggles to shield her eyes from the harsh sun. With three guards behind her, she entered a massive rock formation with a tunnel beneath it. A place she had specially built for someone. Her heels clicked softly against the concrete. She removed her mask and goggles before reaching the gate ahead.

Maria's ears perked up once she realized both her and this woman were heading towards the same place. "We were just heading there. How about we go together, Ms...?" "You can just call me Cordelia." "Okay, Miss Cordelia!" "Now..." Cordelia hooked arms with Maria, shooting the younger girl a charming smile. "How about we name all our favorite desserts? I am a big fan of soufflés. How about you?" From afar, both Shirone and Kuroka watched their ojou-sama happily chatter with the beautiful and mysterious woman. Kuroka regarded Cordelia with a contemplative gaze as her mind flashed back to that large hostile presence she sensed seconds before she interfered. "There is something about that woman t

Even a detailed schedule had been made for them. "Wait, Felix! There are planes here. So, when you have the time, do come back often. I'm waiting to hold my grandchild, after all!" Upon hearing this, Felix became embarrassed, looking around helplessly. Even Nerissa quickly lowered her head shyly. After all, there were still many people around, yet Cordelia spoke carelessly without any filters. "Mom—" he whined. Cordelia covered her mouth as she laughed loudly. "You're already an adult, yet you still get so embarrassed! I don't even know why so many women like you. But then, your father was just like you, and I fell for him, too, in the end."

It was clear that she was angry at Macy for stealing her thunder and wanted it back at any cost. She took the microphone from the announcer, a false smile on her face. Her voice was downright syrupy as she spoke. “This is lovely news for the orphanage, truly. I guess I was wrong about you, Macy. You are not the disappointment we all thought you to be all together. Because all this while, it seemed that you had a certain… talent that we all were not aware you had.” “What exactly are you saying.” Macy growled, losing her patience with the woman. She didn’t use the word lightly, but it was completely fair to say that Cordelia was an attention seeking whore.

The three glanced over at each other, exchanging a few ambiguous looks before refocusing their gazes back on me. "You just keep surprising us," Cordelia relieved, giving me a confident smile. "Sounds like a brilliant idea, ma chère." [my dear] "I know this will take a lot of work, way more than everything we've already done but trust me, you won't regret this when it's finished," I reassured, my eyes lighting up at her response. It had been a while since I've felt inspired enough to fully commit to something. Although this was yet another idea being introduced on a whim, I had a good feeling. Impulsivity breeds creativity in the most chaotic ways.

, Max said "Scarf on her face, doesn't talk, keeps to herself. Makes her hot, don't you think. You know what I mean?" I did. Too well. But I didn't show it. "Max come on its not been a week yet and you've already checked out girls you want for your sexlist." I said. Max grinned wider ignoring me. "Callum says he saw her up close today. Said she got a nice figure, perfect waist. Thinks she's shy. Innocent. Innocent. Right. That word lit something in me. I nodded slowly, saying nothing, just letting him talk.

Which was all complete bullshit. Griff ushered them out, shut the door. He turned and crossed his arms as he gazed at Cordelia, and got straight to the point. “So?” “She’s lying,” Cordelia replied. “There’s no stalker.” “You’re sure?” Griff said. “Totally. She was doing all the right things with her face and body, but none of it was natural. Also? Her micro-expressions were way off... it’s like taking a picture of an apple and then trying to pass it off as the real thing. On the surface, it looks like an apple, but it has no substance and no way you can eat it. That’s what she was doing. Wearing a paper mask.”

Cordelia moaned loudly. “Yes, moan for me. I love the sound of your voice,” the man murmured, his words sharp, cutting into Cordelia’s heart. “You sound like a whore already. Don’t bother using tears as a weapon.” Cordelia stiffened at his cruel words. Her mind revolted, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch even as her heart ached. “I-I’m not a whore!” she protested between ragged breaths. The man smirked. “Alright then, let’s see how long you can resist.”

Cordelia suddenly stopped cutting the meat and bit her lip. A complicated expression flashed through her tiny, pretty face. Her eyes turned red after falling into a moment of silence. Tears were pouring. “I’m sorry… I’ve been deceiving you. I’m not Yelena, but Cordelia. I’m not the Jenners’ heiress. I’m just a disgraceful illegitimate daughter. I’m poor… “If you’re mad, I’m willing to make it up to you. Name whatever you want. All I’m asking is not to be mad at my mom and Carter. They don’t know that I married you. I…”