Novel & Cerita Cordelia Library

“Two Way Street. Cordelia, 7pm, High Street.” Cordelia. Cordelia was the name of the wedding singer they had hired. A pretty, young woman with a slightly husky voice that Owen had thought was great. She’d had a good repertoire, and an easy-going charm that made her very approachable. Emily had thought she seemed a little spacey and vague and had hoped she would not prove unreliable on the day, but Owen had been keen to give her a shot.

[Cordelia] In our five years of marriage, I have only stepped foot in this building 6 times. During each of those occasions, it had been for official reasons--The celebration of our union, and the annual employee mixer at the end of the fiscal year. Today is different. Today I'm not here as Mrs. Atlas Steele. I'm just another vendor, Cordelia Louise Greyson, looking to hire the production services of Steele Industries. Services I cannot afford. "You've got this, Cordy," Clark smiles at me encouragingly as he leaves me at the front door to the building. He had planned to come in with me, but a call from work pulled him away unexpectedly. "I'll see you tonight for a celebratory dinner."

I kept listening to her and the more I heard, the more I shivered in my skin. But she wasn’t alone neither was she on the call. It seemed as there was somebody inside with her. “The plan is simple; Conrad is not getting free from this curse.” There was content in her tone as if she had no worries that it was living person she was talking about. “But why did the crystal show Cordelia as his mate?” My stomach formed a knot when I recognized the voice. I had to cover my mouth to prevent the gasp of horror heaving my lips.

Inside it was a shimmering silver liquid that glowed like condensed moonlight. “What is that?” I whispered. “Moon essence,” Cordelia replied. “It amplifies the soul and reveals what the wolf hides.” My hands trembled. “Is it dangerous?” “Only if you lie to yourself.” That wasn’t comforting. Cordelia dipped two fingers into the liquid, then pressed them to the center of my chest. The cool touch seeped through my skin, spreading heat and tingling in every direction up my throat, down my spine, all the way to the tips of my fingers.

Cordelia and Zephyr officially made their home in Royal Manor. Although Josiah had everything set up, Cordelia still thought that it only felt right that they decorated their home personally. This was why she roamed the streets of Centrolis and bought plenty of things during the free days after resigning from the news agency and before she reported to Imperial Media. She paid for everything with Zephyr’s card. Zephyr’s phone kept buzzing while he was in meetings, notification after notification of transaction history. He furrowed his brows, but there was an indulging smile in his eyes.

Cordelia smacked her hand away “No, thanks but I'm fine, I just need rest,” she said, Layana nodded feeling relieved she did not have a temperature although her actions were confusing her. Realising her sister just wanted her gone, she stood up, “Ok, I’ll get going,” “Oh, and take this, I studied what I needed to, and I think if father found it missing it would cause problems,” Cordelia said reaching for the book wrapped in a black cloth that was in her bedside drawer. She did not want any favour from Layana. She did not want the stupid book no matter how intriguing it had been.

"I have an idea... Wanna go to the library with me?" Cordelia raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "The library?" David nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, the library. Trust me, it'll be fun. We can find a cozy spot, read or do something else, and they even have a killer coffee shop." Cordelia shrugged, a glimmer of excitement returning to her eyes. "Eh, why not? It beats sitting here doing nothing." With their decision made, Cordelia and David swiftly left the classroom, unaware of the inquisitive glances exchanged by some of their classmates. Among them were Jared's friends, Ian and Scott, who observed the duo's departure but chose not to intrude.

Cordelia had listened in whenever she could, and little by little learned more than her cousin did. Flopping down onto her small bed, Cordelia revelled in a moment of relaxation. Her blue skirt landed around her like petals. Although her room was tiny, and sometimes chilly, she loved it. No one else ever climbed to the top of the house where she was tucked away. She had slowly collected the stubs of candles until she could fill her tiny windowsill. As she lit them, she felt as though she were casting a spell. Running her hands along her quilt, she could feel the scraps of her childhood dresses. She reached for one of the books she kept hidden behind her dresser. Lately she had been entranced

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.

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.