Cordelia Fine Novels & Stories

Disoriented, she sat up slowly, her hair a wild mess around her face, tangled with remnants of her dreams. Then the door creaked open softly. Cordelia floated into the room. She was dressed in shimmering black silk that sparkled like the night sky. Her brown streaked hair was neatly pinned up, showing off her poise. Chloe recognized her from previous encounters, always the poised figure who seemed perfectly attuned to Valerius's every desire. Was she merely an assistant, servant, or something else entirely? “Good evening,” Cordelia said, her voice smooth and cool. “You’re awake.”

"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."

Carnis said and turned to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Marley smiled at the person before her. “Sergeant.” “Cordelia.” “You shouldn't call me by that name. I would prefer my code name.” Cordelia went to sit behind a computer and Marley sat beside her. “I prefer your name. Your code name is kind of cringy.” Cordelia scoffed. “I think you meant cool.” “How is ‘Mail’ cool?” “Deal with it bitch.” Cordelia said and Marley chuckled.

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.

"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

"Irene told me that she had a fine piece of jade. She even invited the Venerable Raphael Morghen from the Temple of Abawo to bless the stone. So, I'm going to have a look." Cordelia was a very superstitious woman and liked jades a lot. She had a good relationship with the Venerable Raphael Morghen and even donated to renovate the temple. When Stella and Keegan got married, Cordelia went to the temple to look at their horoscopes; they were a match made in heaven. Stella had always felt that the Venerable Raphael Morghen was a bit of a charlatan, but to each their own. 'There's no need to make her unhappy,' she thought.