Cordelia Goode Novels & Stories

Sierra says. “Are you guys coming with Whitney and I to the surface lessons?” “Hell yeah,” Daniel tells her. “Whitney isn't going,” I glanced over at Avery who has been quiet this entire time. “Not now Avery,” I tell him. “Look, I get it that you guys don't know me. But as I told Whitney, my husband almost screwed my best friend Candace the day of our wedding. I'm not trying to steal her away from you its just I really need to forget,”

Emily Warner I leave the room, completely dressed, after my long phone call with Mary where she explained what Socrates, Odyssey and Olympus is. And also, of course a few thoughts on Lucas. As I exited my room, trying to pull my black dress down as it kept riding up my thick thighs, annoying the hell out of me. This is why I don’t like wearing bodycon dresses, they are so uncomfortable but it does look pretty when I suck my tummy in so… “Hey- why are you wearing your shoes?” I ask him as I look at him standing near the door with keys in his hands.

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

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.

Her lips were redder than her dress and although she appeared beautiful, her eyes were grave with annoyance as she stared at Damian. Damian didn’t have to look back to know it was Cordelia, one of the renown witch in the coven but she never sit right with him. Plainly, Damian disliked her presence, “Please tell her I need to talk with her, Yulene. I won’t pressure any more matter about Rachel’s death. I won’t. This is for Belle.” “What?” Cordelia chuckled beside him, “Has that daughter of the calamity killed someone?” People gasped hearing Cordelia’s words. Silence ensued for a while where Damian slowly turned his face behind, finally looking at Cordelia’s eyes. A hint of red color glistened

Mokunfayo Badmus: I was cool with Cordelia, even before she died; regardless of the fact that she once told me—on an impromptu visit with Bisi—that she was flaunting Mike on purpose to show me how much of a gem I'd foolishly thrown away, I still mourned, in my own way, when I heard of her passing two weeks ago;