Novel & Cerita Cordelia Library

“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.

“All right. We’ll have fast food for lunch.” “Yay!” Celia cheered, grabbed Sylvia’s hand, and ran toward the car. After a couple of steps, she turned back and called to Felix, “Daddy, hurry up!” Felix smiled and shook his head, then strode after them. … Back at the research institute, Cordelia had just finished organizing the morning’s data and was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen. It was Elias. Cordelia paused for a moment before answering. “Elias?”

She moved with the unhurried confidence of someone who had never once needed to raise her voice to be obeyed, her heels striking the marble floor in a rhythm that felt less like walking and more like a countdown. Her eyes found me before they found Devon, and something in them sharpened with immediate, surgical interest. "So this is her." Cordelia's voice was warm, almost grandmotherly, which made the coldness beneath it land harder. She took her seat without breaking eye contact with me. "The architect who built Eidos with her bare hands, and the fool who let a man take credit for it. Devon has excellent taste in broken things, Miss Sterling. He always has." "Anya," I corrected, keeping my

The dining room seemed untouched compared to the other spaces, further to the right of the dining table, there was also a table full of papers, a lamp, and a computer, which was separated from the dining room by a bookshelf that went from floor to ceiling, and that you could see the other side. "A-ha! Found! The oracle's catalog of visits." Luara celebrates and starts flipping through the book, bringing my attention back to her. "Here, the last coven to receive the visit of the oracle was the coven of the Obsidiana of the Moon." "And what's next?" Dora asked. "It hasn't been determined yet, I'll try to contact their leader and see if they already know where the oracle is going." She tells us

Disoriented, she sat up slowly, her hair a wild mess around her face, tangled with remnants of her dreams. Then the door creaked open softly. Cordelia floated into the room. She was dressed in shimmering black silk that sparkled like the night sky. Her brown streaked hair was neatly pinned up, showing off her poise. Chloe recognized her from previous encounters, always the poised figure who seemed perfectly attuned to Valerius's every desire. Was she merely an assistant, servant, or something else entirely? “Good evening,” Cordelia said, her voice smooth and cool. “You’re awake.”

Cordelia beams delightedly while the car zooms off. Her phone buzzes as she walks to the parking lot to return to her office. Taking it out, a message from Rachel pops up asking, “How'd it go, girl?” With a sinister smile, Cordelia types in, “back in the game.”

They found themselves sitting on the rock again - outside Encrea. "Why did it stop?" Cordelia asked. "You saw it too, didn't you?" Nherisa asked "I did see it." Cordelia said. "This curse has been in me since I was a baby." "Not just you." Nherisa said. "It had also flown through to me." ++++×××××××××××××××××××××××××××++++ With a gentle push, Cornelia pushed open the large wood wood doors to the royal library. She looked inside at the towering rows of ladder-lacking shelves filled with books, organised by order of genre and then in alphabetical order.

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

she cried hopelessly. “Tch! What a noisy woman. I told you to shut up, didn’t I?” snapped the burly man. Cordelia began to sob quietly. Terror gnawed at her core. She couldn’t make sense of what was happening or who possibly wanted her like this. Her limbs went numb, her thoughts spinning out of control. In this unknown dark place, Cordelia could only pray someone would rescue her. As she drowned in fear, she heard two men speaking nearby. One of them seemed to be calling someone—she had no idea who.

And then he came along and turned my whole world upside down. Everything about him speaks to that secret place inside me. That raw needy place that has been barren for so long. He's kind, loving, protective, and such a bad boy. I doubt anyone else knows just how bad. My face heated up at the thought. These girls aren't the type to discuss their bedroom antics thank heavens; I wouldn't begin to know how to share at show and tell. But if their men were anything like Cord, then they must be some very happy women. Not that I would know, not entirely anyway.