Cordelia Sakamaki Novels & Stories

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

She turned to the five and removed the cloak from her head so that the fake hair she was wearing could be exposed to everyone. “Police Lieutenant, Ameira Delos Reyes, a former member of the Investigation Team. Now, your new member.”

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

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.”

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She asked. Damian simply nodded. He got out of the car, not letting go of Amelia's hand. Amelia followed Damian without a word. She looks at their hands that were intertwined before feeling herself blush. 'He's still holding it' she thought to herself. Both of them entered a store that seemed extravagant that only serves the top elite. A girl who was wearing a uniform with a pin on her chest that says 'manager', immediately recognizes Damian as she walks towards them. "Good morning. Welcome to our store. You must be Mr. Castillo. I'm the manager and I will be assisting you today" the girl introduced herself with a smile.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

“Come here, and I want you to meet Ry.” Then a beautiful girl walked in wearing a pink corsage dress. There was no question she was not Skip and Arella’s. She was a mix of them. Her hair, the shape of her face, and of course, those eyes. I’d talked to her over the video cam and had seen her pictures, but her being in front of me was a justification and a living proof that she truly existed. I knelt in front of her and took a closer look. Rynna felt shy all of a sudden, but able to smile at me.