Cordelia Roses Novels & Stories

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

Cordelia was barely conscious, bleeding, shaking, and completely destroyed. “Poor little human,” Ruby murmured softly. He lifted her gently into his arms and carried her to the luxurious marble bathroom. He filled the large jacuzzi tub with warm water and fragrant oils, then lowered her in carefully. While she soaked, he fed her small bites of fresh fruit, dark chocolate, and electrolyte water, stroking her braids tenderly. “You’re being so strong for us, Cordelia. Taking all that brutality just to save your worthless father’s debt. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars… all because you sold this beautiful body to three dragons.”

They were unreliable and only came in flashes; but this wasn't my downside though. I couldn't look anyone in the eyes. Unless they turned to ice. That rhymed. That rhymed again. I was a sucker for rhymes... I wasn't a sucker for a lot of things. Cordelia stretched out her hand. Her eyes suddenly grew unfocused. "I want to see it." A prickle of unease slid into me. "Why the sudden interest?" She tilted her head. "Because as I told you, I want what's best for you."

The morning after the midnight confrontation at our doorstep, the estate was hit by a different kind of chaos. Before the high council could even convene to discuss the bruised throat Draven had left on Valerie, a piercing scream echoed from the southern gallery. Cordelia had collapsed on her way to the morning chapel. Her personal maids found her face-down on the cold granite floor, her breathing shallow and her skin a terrifying, translucent gray.

Her arms have a shrub of a tree that climbing into her neck. “No. It should not be happening.” Her vision gets blurred and a moment later she found herself stumbled in the floor. An hour had passed Salina went to Cordelia’s room wondering why until of this moment her mother was still in the room locking herself. She opens the door without giving a noise. She thinks that her mother was asleep because of tired of fight with Lazarus. But to her surprise she was shocked at what he saw. She sees Cordelia looking lifeless, stumbling on the floor. Cordelia’s body wrapped with the stalk of the tree and shrub. Her lips were dry and her face was pale.

she said. Cleodora Nyx was a non-royal Moroi who wore her hair straight and slicked back. She was a normal-looking Moroi who wore dark red lipstick on her lips, which was the most prominent feature on her face. Her pale skin matched her dark red lips to perfection and complemented a black suit that looked like it had been custom-made for her. She had magical powers to control fire. When she uses her magic, fire flames dance over her body like a dance in the water. She often calls herself a flamebringer, but she's not really that much of a badass. After Rook Theia left, she followed King Denzel all over the party so she could try her luck by marrying him.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

The twel h chair, positioned deliberately at the opposite end, was empty. It didn't stay empty long. She entered without knocking, without announcement, the door parting for her the way water parts for something that has never once been told no. Cordelia Vance was smaller than I'd imagined—delicate-boned, silver-haired, dressed in a lavender suit that should have looked so and instead looked exactly like a blade sheathed in silk. 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.