Cordelia Foxx Novels & Stories

I had to see what she thought about superheroes and especially “The Fox.” “I got a random question for you. What do you think of the superheroes Lady Rose and General Storm? And what happened to their little fox?” I asked, hoping not to sound as nervous as I felt. “Uh? What do you mean?” Cindy asked, sounding confused. She probably thought I was crazy for asking some random question like that. BOOM The ground shook, and smoke filled the air. People were screaming. It was chaos. “What the hell was that?” Cindy asked. I grabbed her as the familiar smell filled my nose. It could only be one thing and it was not good.

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?”

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.

Dahlia broke into a cold sweat and hastily explained, "Don't listen to her nonsense, Mom. We just had a little argument, and she thought I was bullying Aldor." Coco insisted, "I'm not lying, Great grandma. She called Uncle Aldor..." Coco had an excellent memory. She repeated what Dahlia had said earlier, mimicking Dahlia's tone and demeanor perfectly. Having shared a thirty-year connection with Dahlia, Cordelia was aware of Dahlia's true nature. After listening to Coco's retelling of the situation, Cordelia remained silent. She raised her hand and beckoned her over. Sniffling, she walked to Cordelia's wheelchair.

I smiled in amusement as I stripped off my shorts and continued to search through my mountain of dirty clothes for a semi dirty one to wear. "I am surprised as to how easy it was for Fuhad to snatch your freedom from you." Cordelia purred in a flirtatious manner, but the words stung deep. I turned around to find her leaning by the entrance of my closet, her round eyes drinking in my nudity. "I'm surprised you still act surprised whenever you see me naked. After how many years of professional whoring?" I smiled at how her lustful expression reconfigured into something very nasty before returning to my closet.

Cordelia stood in the center of the banquet hall dressed in a long, cream-yellow, light chiffon dress. She looked graceful and gorgeous, like a fairy fallen to earth. Everyone’s attention was attracted to her. The host was dumbstruck for a moment before he recomposed himself and took a cue card from his assistant. He coughed and began to introduce Cordelia with a grin. “Everyone, you must’ve guessed it.” The host’s voice was sonorous. “This is Ms. Cordelia Jenner. Not only is she the big boss behind the western suburbs’ project, but she’s also the CEO of three listed companies!”