Cordelia Foxx Novels & Stories

“Leah, it’s alright. You’re safe.” His words began to calm me once again. There was a gentle knock at the door; my head snapped around, looking at the door. It opened slowly and in stepped an older lady in a pant suit. Her long blonde hair pinned back into a neat ponytail. She was carrying a notebook under her arm. Her expression changed as she saw the startled look on my face, the water on the table, the knocked-over chair, and Logans hand on my arm.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone walked in behind him. It was Gavin Cole, Felix’s best friend, and he teased from behind him. "Felix, come on. Sylvia’s surgery is about to start, and you still insisted on coming back to look for Cordelia’s lucky charm? Since when did you become so superstitious?" The word Felix struck Cordelia like a heavy blow to the head, leaving her stunned. What had Gavin called him? Felix? Hadn’t Felix died in that plane crash five years ago? What was going on?

She had already cum so many times that her orgasms now blended into one long, torturous wave. Tears streamed down her face. Her body started shaking uncontrollably. “Please…” she tried to beg around Ruby’s cock, but it came out as a broken sob. Jax growled and fucked her ass harder, his scales fully visible now, eyes glowing bright gold. “Take it, whore. You’re ours.” The intensity became too much. Cordelia’s vision started to tunnel. She was crying hysterically, body convulsing, on the verge of passing out from the overwhelming sensations.

"Julian Vance's fiancée. Well, ex-fiancée now, I suppose, given recent events. But still. Family." "I don't know... Mrs. Cordelia always said—" "Cordelia is in federal prison, Derek. The rules have changed." Chloe stepped closer, her fingers brushing his arm. "I just need to check something. A file. It would take five minutes. No one would ever know."

Foxburg Falls, Oregon Hunter Sullivan gazed across the street, casually watching the main door to the police station. He knew that Ferguson got to work around this time every morning, and he glanced at his watch. Cordelia sat next to him, drinking a coffee and reading a newspaper. She was leaning against his arm, the very picture of a content wife. He felt her heat and softness, and a part of him wanted to pull her close, as close as possible. She looked up at him now. “Rick?”

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

"Perhaps hell is real. If it is, then I'll see you there, dear." I felt a shock going through my body, so deep in my bones. "Who did this to you? How are you connected to Fiona?" She tilted her head, "This is all you care about?" She sounded really confused, "You don't care about the little fact that you're helping the one person who will lead you to your final death?" I didn't need her to look towards Cadell to know who she was talking about. Her shackles clanked as she pushed her body forward towards me. Her face was only a mere inch from mine, "Alpha Cadell will be your death, Cordelia Blackwell. And this time, there will be no coming back."

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.”

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.