Cordelia Goode Novels & Stories

Cordelia said, rising slowly from her chair, "is a conversation for another time, once I've verified that our current arrangement proceeds according to the terms we've just established. I'll provide the documentation you've requested within the week, delivered through Osgood's network, along with information regarding how to potentially locate this fourth conspirator directly." "You're not answering my question," I said, frustration bleeding into my voice despite my attempt to maintain careful composure. "No," Cordelia agreed, moving toward the door with the same unhurried grace that had characterized her entire presence throughout this unsettling conversation. "Because some information carr

His eyes burned with determination, his jaw clenched in unwavering resolve. This goes beyond simply looking for a home. Claiming his role as a father and demonstrating to the world and to himself that Liam belongs with him are the goals. **************************** Cordelia enters the reception room of Modu Tech, where the gleaming glass doors towers above her, with a purpose that attracts attention. She is not just there today to do her regular job, but also to do what she does best. To gracefully stir up trouble. She isn't n't one to let an opportunity pass her by, and it had nearly fallen into her lap.

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.

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.

ACCEPTING DEFEAT. Giordana. Without bothering to knock when I came across the door that had PHILIP FORBES inscribed on it, I barged into the office. The office was breathtaking. The background colors were white and black, a Black chair, and a cream table with an apple laptop on the top. Behind the chair was a large transparent glass window and you could see the city through it. To the left was a large shelf with books of different sizes and colors, then to the right was a black wall with bold letters of ROYALTY in Golden color and a coffee table in a corner with two couches and a three-seater. All in all the office was just fascinating.

"You were the one I saw in Roland's eyes. You were there, everywhere." "And the smart one wins a price." Cordelia said, sending another splash of water before dodging yet another energy blast from Cornelia. "You have no heart, Cornelia. Attacking the one that was named after you." Cordelia said, stretching her hand forward tk lead water her way. "You know who you are." Cornelia said sending another ray of energy, this time at the loft above Cordelia. The loft cracked and crumbled, rocks falling towards cordelia. "One casualty wouldn't matter as long as you are gone."

“The priestess is waiting below the veil. Follow the line.” He turns and points down the sheer cliff face. There is nothing but a drop. Cordelia laughs, a mocking, high-pitched sound that grates on my nerves. “Don’t tell me the big bad wolves are afraid of a little air.” She steps right off the edge of the cliff. “Cordelia!” I shout, lunging forward. But she does not fall. Her boot strikes an invisible surface three inches below the ridge line. She walks forward into empty space, her body fading out of view from the shins upward until she vanishes entirely into the grey mist.

Just as I was about to step into the exam hall, a red Porsche pulled over on the side of the road out of the blue. The car door opened, and Cordelia emerged from the car, rocking a full face of makeup. On top of that, her designer purse and her big, wavy curls were a complete mismatch with the solemn atmosphere at the exam venue. Next to her, Nathan held up an umbrella, carefully shielding her with it like an employee attending to his boss. When Cordelia spotted me, her eyes lit up suddenly. Then, she strutted toward me in her heels. "Well, well. Who do we have here?" she exclaimed, her voice as sharp as nails on a blackboard.

Did they just want to look at her like she was a monkey at the zoo? Still, at least Cole didn’t have long to fret about it. A little before two, she navigated a receptionist and ascended to the appropriate floor of a moderately ugly, portico-fronted office block off Hanover Square. At the far end of a long, white corridor, she found a woman waiting for her. The woman, a leggy brunette in pearls and ballet flats, stepped forward. “You’re Cole, aren’t you?” she said. “I’m Tabitha. Tabitha England-Plume, and yes, I’m a real person, and that’s my real name. You can look me up if you like. I’m in the Bible.”

Carnis said and turned to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Marley smiled at the person before her. “Sergeant.” “Cordelia.” “You shouldn't call me by that name. I would prefer my code name.” Cordelia went to sit behind a computer and Marley sat beside her. “I prefer your name. Your code name is kind of cringy.” Cordelia scoffed. “I think you meant cool.” “How is ‘Mail’ cool?” “Deal with it bitch.” Cordelia said and Marley chuckled.