Cordelia Foxx Novels & Stories

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!”

Even a detailed schedule had been made for them. "Wait, Felix! There are planes here. So, when you have the time, do come back often. I'm waiting to hold my grandchild, after all!" Upon hearing this, Felix became embarrassed, looking around helplessly. Even Nerissa quickly lowered her head shyly. After all, there were still many people around, yet Cordelia spoke carelessly without any filters. "Mom—" he whined. Cordelia covered her mouth as she laughed loudly. "You're already an adult, yet you still get so embarrassed! I don't even know why so many women like you. But then, your father was just like you, and I fell for him, too, in the end."

I had no doubt about it. But then my life would become more messed up than it already is. “Alpha or not, that wolf was able to land enough blows to cause damage and something in Aspen's body is trying to make the damage, permanent.” Cordelia said, her gray eyes also held a hint of worry in them. I’d never met her this personally before, but Lily had once introduced the woman as their childhood friend. She was also Sienna the nanny's daughter. Their faces held similarities, Cordelia looked more like a younger version of her and seemed to be in her mid thirties.

Faith chewed on her lips as her eyes moves towards the board again – she go through everything she has learned about the alliance once again. Lately, she was able to learn that every member is a wolf disguised as a sheep. Everyone is trying to tear the other down. She doesn’t care who wins in the end, all she wants is the doom of Aldo. She smashed her lips together, as her eyes fixed on a picture of a very attractive Asian man, Felix. She narrowed her eyes and recall what Levi told her about him.

She informed me that someone was here to see me, to which I replied that she should let the person in. "Good afternoon Mrs. Forbes, Mr. Forbes asked to get this delivered to you. It's for the hand over ball." I looked at the parcel and the bearer. It was the lady from Philip's company, his secretary. "Hi, Miss Davidson, you should call me Dana already." I smiled and she returned my smile. "I'll be on my way now." "Alright, thanks and bye. I hope to see you often, we should catch up sometime." With a polite nod of agreement, she exited the office.

She added dismissively. "Alright, Ms." Cordelia bowed her head slightly towards Riley before she packed up her make-up box and exited the room. Although she's a highly skilled make-up artist, Cordelia has long worked for the Pipers as Riley's personal make-up artist and as such, she's naturally familiar with Riley's unusual or impromptu demands. It was no surprise to her when the young Ms had requested she gave her a gloomy-like make over, such that would easily portray how well she was grieving over her grandfather's death.

she said smiling, “don’t you know I sometimes like to go for walks? I was just out for a little stroll.” Frieda didn’t seem to be buying the story. “At two o’clock in the morning? You were out for a little stroll? Miss Cordia, I saw you coming out of those woods, and I am pretty sure I heard a horse. Now, are you going to tell me what you were doing, or am I just gonna have to assume you’ve been giving information to a spy?” Cordia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Spy?” she repeated, almost laughing at the ridiculous question. “Why in the world would I be talking to a spy?”