Cordelia Falsettos Novels & Stories

But tonight, under the lights, her skin looked fair and luminous. Her collarbones were delicately defined, and her waist was so slim she hardly looked like someone who had given birth. A flicker of displeasure crossed Felix’s eyes. His brows drew together slightly, and his hand clenched without him realizing it. "Cordelia, dressing like that for this kind of occasion is a little inappropriate," he said, his voice lower than usual, as if he were holding something back. Cordelia looked up at him. A sudden wave of bitterness surged in her chest, but she did not let it show on her face.

“The priestess is waiting below the veil. Follow the line.” He turns and points down the sheer cliff face. There is nothing but a drop. Cordelia laughs, a mocking, high-pitched sound that grates on my nerves. “Don’t tell me the big bad wolves are afraid of a little air.” She steps right off the edge of the cliff. “Cordelia!” I shout, lunging forward. But she does not fall. Her boot strikes an invisible surface three inches below the ridge line. She walks forward into empty space, her body fading out of view from the shins upward until she vanishes entirely into the grey mist.

Cordelia gathered as much water as was needed to cover Cornelia in a ball and wrapped it around her, drowning her in open air. "It is you who is going to be a casualty in my journey to power." Cordelia said, raising her hands, causing the bubble to float. A strange feeling crept up Cordelia as she watched Cornelia struggle to move. The water was dense, so much that she couldn't move, yet Cordelia could see the the tension in her eyes, the light shivers down her spine, the barely noticeable shaking in her hands and her entire expression, taken as a whole, showed immense pain.

I tried to keep my expression neutral, not wanting to reveal anything that might increase her suspicion or fuel the gossip mill that seemed to constantly churn within the Dettling family. "You and Gael were together the entire time last night, weren't you?" "Of course we were together. Why do you ask?" I tried to keep my voice casual, but I could hear the slight strain in my own words. Cordelia studied my face intently, looking for any sign of deception or hidden knowledge. Then her features softened suddenly, and her mouth opened in a wide, relieved smile. "No reason. Just curious." But I could see that she wasn't entirely convinced. There was still a calculating look in her eyes, as if she

The cool touch seeped through my skin, spreading heat and tingling in every direction up my throat, down my spine, all the way to the tips of my fingers. Suddenly the room blurred and dimmed at the edges. “Marilyn,” Cordelia murmured, “close your eyes.” I hesitated only a second before letting them fall shut. “Now,” she whispered, “find her.” The world shifted. Darkness first,Then the faint echo of a howl,small, frightened, familiar. My breath caught. “Do you hear her?” Cordelia’s voice floated from somewhere far away, like she was speaking from underwater. “Yes.” My voice cracked. “She’s scared.”

Cordelia sluggishly gets up, forcing her body to move, telling herself that lying there will not change anything. She staggers to the restroom, spraying her face with water, and looks at her image in the mirror. Her eyes are red-rimmed from sleep deprivation, and her auburn hair is a knotted mess. She tightens her robe about herself, then picks up her phone and calls Rachel. Rachel's voice chirps, "Hey, Del," following the second ring. "Hi," Cordelia says in a raspy voice. Rachel hears her tone right away. "You sound terrible. What's wrong?"

Cordelia said, beginning to feel hesitant. “I'm uhmm… I just wanted to see how you were doing. You know, it’s been a while. I guess I just miss you.” Cordelia said faking a laugh over the phone. McKayla's voice softened. “Really? You really miss me? Wow. That’s a first.” She responded in laughter. “How are you doing? I hope you’re okay?” “Oh yes, I’m doing okay. I will be at my unit today.” Cordelia said, faking another laugh.

"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."

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.