Cordelia Roses Novels & Stories

She drank quickly, grounding herself. Lyon stood watching her with those caramel eyes. “Are you sure you’re ok? he asked. “It's fine,” she said, fanning herself, not daring herself to look at him. “I have a little asthma sometimes.” The doors opened. Everyone turned. Florists began walking in, carrying armfuls of red roses. Not a few bouquets, dozens. Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar.

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

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

She nodded a hasty thank you and vigorously rubbed the old blood from her hand. “Whoever did this, they were in a hurry. It’s messier than the first time, and more magic was left behind. I couldn’t a read on it's pattern, but there was something else I picked up…” Cordelia closed her eyes and took a calming breath. When they opened, acceptance burned in their depths. I had no clue what it could’ve meant, and quickly forgot seeing it when she swallowed and said, “…these aren’t just murders, they're sacrifices.”

"Royal Chamber's premium rose perfume. It's the Hermes of perfumes, but most importantly, it has been out of production for a long time. It only shows up occasionally at auctions, so it's a rare treasure." "You know your stuff. Men really don't know a thing," Zoe praised her earnestly. Cordy was far more cultured and a greater person than she imagined, and Zoe loved Cordy to bits. In fact, Zoe had been so thrilled as she watched Cordy destroy Noel and Kyle during the press conference that she was clapping and exclaiming in excitement. She would even have invited Cordy out for drinks to celebrate if she were not busy! Fortunately, it was her cousin’s birthday today, and Zoe could keep drinkin

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

Then the entrance I was dreading. Cordelia walks in with a servant on either side of her and her father. They are both in royal red and purple with hers being a massive gown. She’s also wearing a fucking tiara. I’m barely containing my Alpha aura when I see a vision walk in and I am instantly calmed. My Moonlight in a mid-shin-flower dress. Her normally flowing hair in a twisty updo with flowers throughout. Even her jewelry looks like leaves. I can't stop the smile that crosses my face. I see the flowers in her hair match her dress and the flowers in my jacket.

"I understand your plight, sir but we always turn down any even that has to do with them. I'm sure they find that disrespectful. And... about Young Master Cohen, this is his twenty-sixth birthday. I'm sure he'd want you to attend." "You know it's because of him I don't... "Yes, we know, boss but... can't you let go this once? Just for tomorrow? Please?" Leo pleaded, glancing at Sebastian from the front mirror. Sebastian sighed in defeat. "Fine. Just for tomorrow." "Yes! Whoa hoo!" Fred shouted in delight. Dante, who is obviously confused, finally asked, "who are the Cohens?" "You'll meet then tomorrow, Dante. You said you met a beautiful man right? Well you'll meet the most beautiful man on

Such an inspiration, she is. I quickly showered and wore a simple dress to start the day. . . . "My legs are killing me. Remind me never to go shopping with you, Ann", I groaned, as we entered the cafe BlossomBee. It was a homely place with a bunch of dandelions on each table. A delicious scent of coffee and muffins lingered in the air instantly making me relaxed. We ordered cinnamon rolls, pancakes, and blueberry muffins for brunch. The ambiance helped me become more cheery from a semi-querulous phase.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her