Cordelia Foxx Novels & Stories

Her sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe. "Finally awake, I see," she said coolly. "And you are?" I asked. Her eyebrow lifted. "Your memory failing you already, Serena? I'm Lady Cordelia. The Supreme Alpha's advisor." Right. Act normal. Don't blow your cover. "Of course," I said smoothly. "Forgive me. I'm just... nervous." "Nervous." She said it like it was a foreign concept. "How quaint." She circled me like a predator sizing up prey.

I looked up at Miles who was still watching Cordelia go. “Is she your significant other?” I blurted the question without really thinking about it. “No, Cordelia is a human. She was hired as a house Nanny and a personal donor if Master Cadogen fancied a normal meal.” I cocked my head. “What does that mean? A personal donor?” Miles blew out a breath. “It Means that when Master Cadogen wants a meal of blood she is one of the women that he drinks from. It is a great honor to be a royal donor.” He was back to being the stickler for rules.

Silence fell instantly. She leaned down, her lips near Alexa’s ear, whispering just loud enough for Gabrielle to hear. “And if I die?” Alexa froze. Then slowly, deliberately, she whispered back: “I carry your legacy.” Cordelia’s eyes softened ,the barest flicker, the smallest hint of something human beneath her brutal exterior. Something like relief. Approval. Maybe even pride. She placed a hand on Alexa’s shoulder. “The meeting is adjourned.” But the room didn’t move.

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.

Then, she said, "Let's go. We need to buy our battle outfits! Now that you're divorced, we're going on that island vacation. We have to make up for a year of hard work, so we're going to put on bikinis and flirt with some blond, blue-eyed male models!" Cordelia had studied archaeology, so she spent a lot of time in the dirt, digging up tombs. The majority of the time, she was enveloped in silence and stillness. Thus, she liked to drink and flirt with handsome men whenever she wasn't working. She would also behave wantonly with little restraint. We had long planned to take a trip to Daiti Island on her next break. This was why she wanted to go shopping for bikinis. Besides, the police had alr

Father: Hows the investment research? Adam: Hot and sweaty. Father: Son if you cannot take this seriously then we will have to reconsider you taking over the company. Adam: I am taking this very seriously. Father: Good. I expect a full report Monday morning. Adam: Yes sir. Dick. I finish my drink in one swallow, motioning to the bartender for another. As I am about to finish this drink in another big swallow, a sudden flash of red catches my eye. From red lips to red shoes, this woman is the sexiest creature I have ever laid eyes on. Long, jet black hair cascades down her back, curled and sweaty from dancing. A perfect pair of full lips partly open, and above them, icy blue eyes shining brig

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

She wasn't just an orphan who had lost her father but she was a determined woman who would go to any length to catch the culprit. He admired her spirit and was happy she wasn't giving up on getting justice. “Good.” Anthonio nodded. “So what's the plan? What are we going to do?” “We will be needing all the help we can get.” She replied and she gestured at Cordelia who was standing at a corner, her arms folded together. “This is Cordelia but she loves going by her code name Mail.” Cordelia waved at him. “Cordelia is fine, I wouldn't mind if you call me that.” She winked at him.

“I’ll be waiting for you—same place as always. And I’ll be wearing something… interesting. Just the way you like it.” Cordelia. One of the she-wolves who had been warming my bed for years, almost on a schedule. And quite effectively, too. Tall, long-legged, with a toned body, a sculpted ass, and full, high breasts. Sometimes she moved in ways that would make a contortionist jealous—and adult film stars take notes. My dick is up all day because of this red-haired girl. She seemed to have excited my libido to the maximum that not only on the night of the full moon, lust rushing out of me, but also in broad daylight too.

“He told me this morning that he’s not available until this whole thing in Utah wraps up. Last I heard, Ferguson was on the move and Sully was in position to take him down.” Cordelia’s stomach tightened up at the thought of Sully and Mark out there facing down Michael Ferguson. In Foxburg Falls, she’d looked the man in the eye and seen nothing but contempt, disgust and arrogance. Worse, she’d talked to Kat about him – no, not Kat, not anymore… Beth – and what he’d done to her. Cordelia had seen sheer fucking terror on the other woman’s face, and no wonder. The man was less than human in so many ways, and Cordelia hoped hard that it all ended today. One way or another. “Oh, right.” Selena sto