Cordelia Fine Novels & Stories

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Just as I was about to finish dinner with William, Cordelia called. She said she had finished work early and asked if I had eaten yet. If not, what would I like to have? She offered to bring it back for me on her way home. Originally, she was supposed to leave Lestoria and return to the city where she worked. But a last-minute assignment from her superiors had sent her to help restore a cultural relic at the museum. Not only did she have to stay here, but she'd been so busy, working late every night to finish her tasks.

The sprawling drive was lined with meticulously trimmed hedges, and the iron gates swung open in silent, practiced precision. Inside, the air smelled of freshly cut white roses, arranged elegantly in crystal vases that gleamed under the golden chandelier. Marble floors, polished to mirror perfection, reflected the grandeur of the cavernous ceilings above. Cordelia was waiting in the sitting room, perfectly posed on a velvet chaise, a cup of tea cradled delicately in her hand. Her posture was impeccable, her gaze as icy and sharp as a blade. “Let’s be honest,” Cordelia began, placing her teacup on a matching saucer with a quiet, decisive clink. “You know exactly what state your family is in.”

I was about to ask for Lane's help when a strange black insect came out from the opened mouth of the poor guardian. "I got you!" Cordelia nearly shouted. She started aiming the tip of her spear towards the insect, and then she finally succeeded in killing it. I went near her and asked Lane to report this incident to the headmaster and Arphen. "Are you okay, Cordelia?" I asked her. I saw her nodding her head right before I stared at the insect that had been pierced into the wall. "How did you know about the insect?" I wondered. "An instinct. I knew there was something wrong with my foxy. That's why she's acting so indifferent," she explained.

She sat back down, fished a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped Julia’s tears with it. Julia seemed to want to say more but couldn’t think of the words. She whispered, “Thank you.” Cordia smiled letting her know she was most welcome. She gently patted the younger girl on the arm. Just then, there was a sound at the door. Both girls turned to see Will walking in. Cordia’s breath caught in her chest as she accidentally met his eyes. Despite knowing she should look away, she couldn’t do so, and the spell was only broken when Will blinked and turned his attention to his sister.

"I don't know who you are, or I didn't when I kinda dropped in on the wedding. I was just sent here to deliver a package, I'm a bike messenger." She's babbling so I take her hand and watch as my touch seems to stabilize her. She's a bit more scattered than Angelica. Angelica always seemed to know what she wanted. Even when she was pretending to have no memory she was in complete control of when and how she responded. This woman moved with the energy of a trapped bird, with flapping wings and an excited chirp. "My name is Cordelia Steele," my lips curl around my old familiar last name, warming me from within.

She moved with the unhurried confidence of someone who had never once needed to raise her voice to be obeyed, her heels striking the marble floor in a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like a countdown. Her eyes found me before they found Devon, and something in them sharpened with immediate, surgical interest. "So this is her." Cordelia's voice was warm, almost grandmotherly, which made the coldness beneath it land harder. She took her seat without breaking eye contact with me. "The architect who built Eidos with her bare hands, and the fool who let a man take credit for it. Devon has excellent taste in broken things, Miss Sterling. He always has." "Anya," I corrected, keeping my

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.

she chuckled. "Huh?" "I'm not the one who sent you those clothes." Stella was stunned, "Weren't you the one who asked Mr. Elrod to send me clothes quarterly?" "No..." Cordelia said as she put some bait on her hook. "I'm an old lady who's already in her 80s. I wouldn't know what's fashionable these days," she added. Stella said, "If you are not the one who sent me the clothes, then..." "Whoever it is, just take it. You'll get to wear it sooner or later. It's a good deal, you know," Cordelia said.