Cordelia Starling Novels & Stories

She called it the colour of bonding but now I’m not so sure, if she’s bonded to me, then what the hell is she doing to my mate? “She’s not an Omega.” Starling’s voice has taken on a mystic tone that she gets when deeply in tune with the magic she carries around her. “A Luna for sure but definitely not an Omega; I just can’t put my finger on what it is; she’s blocking my fire.” Starling looks back down at Faythe and lays her hands in the centre of her chest before muttering words I have no hope of understanding. Once she’s done, she reaches over and pulls the tube from my arm and then Fyathe's. I try to snatch it back, but Starling makes the bloody tube disappear with the flick of her wrist.

Lloyd. As long as she got pregnant, nothing could threaten her position. She leaned in, about to seal the moment. But suddenly, Xavier’s grip tightened around her wrist. His hold was so strong that Wendy’s face instantly paled with pain. “Xavier! You’re hurting me!” But Xavier didn’t even seem to hear her. His sharp, icy gaze locked onto her face. “Did you know that Starla was terminally ill?” His voice was dangerously low. “Did you know she participated in the cryopreservation experiment?

Carnis said and turned to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Marley smiled at the person before her. “Sergeant.” “Cordelia.” “You shouldn't call me by that name. I would prefer my code name.” Cordelia went to sit behind a computer and Marley sat beside her. “I prefer your name. Your code name is kind of cringy.” Cordelia scoffed. “I think you meant cool.” “How is ‘Mail’ cool?” “Deal with it bitch.” Cordelia said and Marley chuckled.

“You have no idea. And the tiny thing you are wearing just caught me off guard. In a good way though.” “Does that mean you like it?” I teased him. I looked down at my dark blue cocktail dress. It was the opposite of me from the small town. The dress showed some skin. Actually, a lot of skin from my cleavage to the three inches cut above my knees. I was like the character I created, Sindy Kate. Only this time, I showed it to one man, and I tended to keep it that way. “I love it, Westley.” We seated on the stools, Clyve had already his soda.

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.

"I'll do anything you want, please. I'll disappear from this city if I have to. I'll never cross paths with Marie, Alan, and ModuTech again. I will vanish. Simply let me go.” With his breath hot against her ear, the leader moves in close. "You believe that pleading will help you? You believe your promises are important to us?” He lets out a deep, ominous laugh. "Cordelia, you are worthless. You were just a piece in a game you were unaware you were playing.” The enormous warehouse echoes with the howling laughter of the other men. Feeling drained as all strength seems to sap from her body, Cordelia gives in to her weak senses. She passes out on the floor.

She heard Lisa mumbling something. “S-Starlight…..” “Hello? Lisa. Lisa!” Grace sighed as she looked at her hand. The call disconnected. She tried again but Lisa’s phone was switched off. Orion. She had to find him.

As he rounded the corner of the car, Zac took my hand as we walked purposefully to the elevator. "Name?" a computer asked from a digital speaker. "Abigail Elizabeth Starland," I replied. Then a moment later, the digital scanner scanned my retina and the doors opened. Inside the elevator, I quickly punched a series of protocols and a moment later, we were on our way to the twentieth floor. The doors opened to a long corridor leading to the familiar metallic room with a power desk at the end. The same pretty receptionist quickly rose from behind her desk. She could see from my dress and demeanor, I wasn't there for a social visit.

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. Her eyes found me before they found Devon, and something in them sharpened with immediate, surgical interest. "So this is her." Cordelia's voice was warm, almost grandmotherly, which made the coldness beneath it land harder. She took her seat without breaking eye contact with me. "The architect who built Eidos with her bare hands, and the fool who let a man take credit for it. Devon has excellent taste in broken things, Miss Sterling. He always has." "Anya," I corrected, keeping my

"Darling~!" Cordelia rushed forward, a love-struck look in her eyes, seconds later clutching a shorter woman's arms to her chest. Maria couldn't help but notice the embarrassing light dusting of pink that covered the tan woman's cheeks. She had long symmetrical black and white hair with many tiny bells and Maria noticed the two gun holsters attached to her waist.