Novel & Cerita Cordelia Roses

Just when we were about to sweep the case under the rug, Our team got hold of some information from a foster home about a girl named Roselle who arrived at the home two months after the incident and we had her adopted so we could keep her close and under our watch. Since then, we've been making enquires on who she met and friends she might have talked to in the home and still nothing. She kept no friends, talked to no one and that was strange and very frustrating. I must admit, the maid was a looker. Long chocolate brown hair that flowed softly to her slender waist, blue eyes, pink pouty lips, highlighted cheek bones and a curvy body to kill for but her repulsion towards me drove me insane.

I helped Liam down from the island top and walked out in hand with him to greet our visitors. Even though it was still only morning, Mrs. Cordova was already spiritedly chatting away with her friend, pointing out all the details and ornaments along the walls as Ms. Mellisa stared at the interior of our house in awe. I guess it was the first time Ms. Mellisa had visited our home due to Achilles's overprotectiveness, but I figured that Ms. Mellisa was a safe person. She had apparently been friends with the Mrs. Cordova for decades, even before Mrs. Cordova married Achilles's father, and generally acted as a good balance to Mrs. Cordova's overly energetic personality.

These creatures had red glowing eyes and sharp teeth that were more like fangs. She woke up drenched in sweat and a splitting headache she was sure was not because of the wine she drank the previous night. She dragged herself from her bed and after relieving herself, decided to brush her teeth. She was still debating on whether to take a shower when the smell of coffee wafted into her nostrils. She beelined to her door and opened it, there stood Cordelia, poised to knock. A cup of tea was perched in her other hand. Germaine smiled and practically grabbed it from her. "You're a life saver, Cord, thanks a lot." And then she took a large sip and sighed. She moved back into her room followed clo

But then, I find it, mixed with the coppery scent of blood, pine, unmistakable to my nose, Lydia! ** "Lydia? Is that you?" "Yes, or well technically this is Lysandra, but yes, it is us. I am sorry we are late." "No, don't be, I am just glad you are alive." ** She turns to face me, and I see her silver wolf eyes shining in the dark, her black nose stands in stark contrast to her white and red fur. ** "RED?! Hades, red is not a fur colour, something is wrong!" **

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

Dowry. I watch the word land heavily in the room. Cordelia's face goes slack with disbelief; I watch the same shock cross Marisol's and Kara's faces. Only Rosalyn remains unmoved, calm as ever. She's always known. "Read Cordelia's," I order. The accountant clears his throat and begins to read.

Cordelia slides a fresh cup across the wood toward me. "Here is the tea, Betty," Cordelia says, giving me a small smile. "Drink it slowly this time. It will put you into a trance." I sit down and look down into the cup. This liquid is completely different. It is bright red, like fresh blood, and it smells strongly of crushed flowers and cinnamon.

She was now surrounded by the beautiful roses and even smelled as fragrant as the roses. One branch of the roses crept up behind her until to the top of her head. It became a rose tiara in an instant. Another branch of the rose crept beside her and became a staff with roses on the tip. Its body was entwined with each other like twigs and emitting an enticing red. Her eyes gleamed even redder as she looked straight in my eyes. She opened her red lips. “I am Chlofloris, the mother of rose wielders. Now Little Girl, you should know me, wouldn’t you?”

Osiris taps his keys loudly on the bar, trying to grab her attention, but she keeps serving other patrons. Finally, Petra holds up her hands and freezes the world around us. Everyone stops moving except the four of us and Celeste. It is a strange magic I have never seen before. She gives me a little wink just before Celeste turns to us. Her eyes are glowing bright red as she tries to break through Petra's spell. Then her eyes land on Cordelia, who is unsuccessfully trying to hide behind Osiris. "What the fuck is she doing here?" Celeste grumbles as she looks at Cordelia.

The beads from the curtains jiggled loudly making a few people turn to my direction. “It is her! The beautiful Goddess!” Someone yelled. I saw Nate perk up and turned his head around with a huge beam on his face. “Beautiful Goddess!? WHERE!? I want to see the beautiful goddess!” That stupid womanizer! Our eyes suddenly met and there was a weird look on his face that made me want to steal the Axe from the chief and hurl it at him. What is he disappointed for!? “Rose!?” It was Ren. “No, mortal.” I said solemnly and raised my hands dramatically towards the sky. “It is I, Goddess Roselia, who have descended from the heavens and possessed this beautiful lady-” I gestured towards myself. “-in orde