Cordelia Fine Novels & Stories

He didn’t want her to be stronger. Something was going on, and Father wasn’t telling anyone. So I made my own move and tried to find the answer. Until it fell on me. I met Cordelia, the right hand of Orpheus. Orpheus was the immortal seer of the underworld. She could see the future, but she couldn’t remember it afterward, so she needed someone to be with her whenever she had her readings. So Cordelia knew everything. Since I was the Prince of Lust, I never had any problem making her fall for my allure. I succeeded when no one had. Because the next thing I knew, I was already fucking her and extracting information from her.

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.

Asaph—the gorgeous flirt, nerd and my therapist Bisi had, for some reason, invited over to the funeral—into the church. Fight. Fight for your one true love. The last words of Mike's speech just added more substance to the shock I felt. "... Cordelia was that one woman that wasn't afraid of her flaws, and her will to fight for what she believed it, whether it mattered to anyone or not, was what set her apart from every other women. Adieu, my wonder woman, till we meet again." I felt faint.

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

A saleslady noticed her staring at the tie. "Ma'am, would you like to buy this tie?" She asked. "Uhh. How much is it?" Amelia asks, her eyes never leaving the tie. "It's 20,000 korunas" the saleslady said, smiling. 'So expensive!" Amelia shouted in her mind. She was about to walk away when she thought about Damian. Amelia wanted to buy it for him as a thank you gift. She turns to the saleslady. "I'll buy it" Amelia said. Amelia pulls money from her wallet. It was the money that she saved for a year. Although she was hesitant, she gave the money to the saleslady, determined to give Damian a gift.

Theodora changed her clothes and came back without much choice. She knows about their Lord very well, he is not a good person. But her heart is saying that this is wrong. He is not the one for her. For some reason, whenever she looks at the demon she always paints, her heart jumps with joy. His painting always gives her peace and a sense of happiness. "Daughter" Norcia called his daughter when he noticed that she changed and is looking presentable. "Isn't he the same man you killed before coming here?" Melanie asked Odhan, who looked as shocked as she is.

She never came out of her shrine, and not everyone in the Lycaon palace gets to see her, so the description they had of her were mostly assumptions. Cordelia was younger than I’d expected. Since she was several centuries old, I’d expected a very old, toothless woman. But she wasn’t toothless. Her hair was grey and very scanty that I could see some parts of her scalp if I looked very well, but her face carried a youthfulness that didn’t go with the grey hair on her head. Her eyes were clear as day, and her skin soft and flawless. She wasn’t skinny like the books said she was. On the contrary, Cordelia was chubby, with round cheeks and fat dropping from her arms.

She's seeing me, I thought from my perch on the staircase, a sliver of cold satisfaction piercing my numbness. "The mind is a fragile thing under such trauma," Cordelia murmured, her sharp, grey eyes sweeping the foyer, missing nothing. Her gaze passed over the space I occupied, and for a fleeting second, it seemed to pause. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips before she turned back to Liam. I felt a jolt, a sensation of being seen that was entirely new. That evening, she installed herself in Elara's room. Elara, who had been listless, grew subtly agitated. Cordelia took her bandaged hand, her touch seeming to both comfort and hold her down.