Cordelia Roses Novels & Stories

Furthermore, there was a chain of dark roses that was embroidered by hand lining down from the neckline to the waist. Even her snow-white arms and thighs were adorned with hand-painted roses as if she were the canvas itself. The image of the blooming roses was grand and added to the overall presentation. It was beyond captivating. The only word that came across the mind of everyone beholding it was ‘seduction’. It was lascivious. Cooper, who was among the audience, beheld Kelsey with complete astonishment. He could hardly believe that the extremely beautiful woman on stage was Kelsey herself.

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.

Maria's ears perked up once she realized both her and this woman were heading towards the same place. "We were just heading there. How about we go together, Ms...?" "You can just call me Cordelia." "Okay, Miss Cordelia!" "Now..." Cordelia hooked arms with Maria, shooting the younger girl a charming smile. "How about we name all our favorite desserts? I am a big fan of soufflés. How about you?" From afar, both Shirone and Kuroka watched their ojou-sama happily chatter with the beautiful and mysterious woman. Kuroka regarded Cordelia with a contemplative gaze as her mind flashed back to that large hostile presence she sensed seconds before she interfered. "There is something about that woman t

Olivia instinctively stepped in front of her. But before either could speak, a cool, calm voice echoed through the room: “Enough.” The guards stilled immediately, parting like curtains. And Madame Cordelia stepped forward from behind them. She looked like a portrait come to life wrapped in a flowing white silk dress that shimmered like moonlight poured into fabric. Gold jewelry lay against her throat, her wrists, her ears. Her hair ,long, silver, and impossibly soft fell over her shoulders in elegant waves. She was regal and terrifying all at once.

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.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

As she approached the door, Cordelia could almost feel her heart finding it’s way out through her throat. Despite the fact that she was not a virgin, Cordelia couldn’t accept the fact that she had to sell her body for money. “Am I really doing this? Am I really going to go in there and have sex with a man I don’t even know?” Cordelia uttered to herself as she placed her hands tightly on the door knob. She drew a deep breath and twisted the door knob, opening the door. Immediately, her eyes clashed with a woman dressed in white apparel and a blue apron.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.