Cordelia Fine Novels & Stories

One could see the flicker of excitement on people's expressions. A little girl somewhere asked her mother what they were buying for Christmas. Cordelia watched under her hoodie, her gaze blank as she observed the mom dusting the snow from her hair. “A doll,” she said. “With blue eyes, the one you've always wanted.” Cordelia dropped her gaze away from them. “Humans. What a psycho creature,” she mumbled, sipping from her red wine. The door's entrance bell rang. Cordelia looked up, her lips curling into a small smile.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

And then he came along and turned my whole world upside down. Everything about him speaks to that secret place inside me. That raw needy place that has been barren for so long. He's kind, loving, protective, and such a bad boy. I doubt anyone else knows just how bad. My face heated up at the thought. These girls aren't the type to discuss their bedroom antics thank heavens; I wouldn't begin to know how to share at show and tell. But if their men were anything like Cord, then they must be some very happy women. Not that I would know, not entirely anyway.

Thankfully my hair is all-natural, unlike Steph. "Are you okay?"I asked Carmen. We were sitting at the bar. She was calming herself down with her fourth gin and tonic. "I've never been better actually. She deserved everything she got after what she did to Ethan. All this time she was just as fake as her hair."She threw Stephanie's extension towards me on the bar and chuckled."I always hated her." "I think it's safe to say that she's not coming to your wedding now. She's probably already called Ethan and told him."

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

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.

Wow, you’re so beautiful," I said, smiling. Her eyes lit up like she had found the true meaning of Christmas. "Thanks," she said. Next was Cordelia, the rather tall, chocolate-skinned woman with a wide smile on her face. "Hi, I’m Cordelia. I’m glad to finally meet you." She couldn’t contain herself from pulling me into yet another hug. "Oh, sweet lord! English silk, very nice." She grinned and pulled back saying, "Oh, my God! And the shoes. You sure know how to flawlessly pull it off when it comes to fashion. You're quite daring with your style. I like it."

“Perfect. You’re stunning.” Cordelia’s body trembled at his compliment. “W-who are you? P-please, let me go.” He knelt, gripping her chin roughly and whispering in a husky voice, “I’m the man who bought you. You’re my precious merchandise now.” Cordelia froze, stunned. Her heart thudded so fiercely it felt like it might stop. The scent of his cologne, overwhelming as he gripped her, made her skin crawl. One thing was certain: this man was someone important.

Cordelia'd taken my face in her palm and tried assured me that Angel hadn't meant to say that, but she was going to help me adapt to living without her nevertheless. And she'd helped me in truth; Cordelia assisted me to cope even without my mechanisms, she made me forget my pains by helping me see the good in other things

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