Novel & Cerita Diabolik Lovers Cordelia

Cordelia was sitting near her dressing table looking at herself in the mirror in a daze and she smiled evilly "My dear sister I'll make sure you end up being Liam's wife one way or another" However, she didn't know that there was someone else, someone more powerful who wanted her as well. Hades reached his office, his mind occupied by a certain spitfire. Yes, that's what he called her 'A spitfire'. He could not understand why he was fascinated by someone who he had just met. He was crazy to approach her and act the way he did. He was always cold and ruthless unable to show emotions to anyone. Yet here he was chasing after a girl he just met. He decided to push her thoughts at the back of his

— Which are? — Feeding and fuckibg, tigress. She raises her eyebrows and her eyes widen. — Precisely. —So...you've sent Cleo to murder her lovers and spend ten to twenty years on their honeymoon...it's really Machiavellian, my Lord. —I know. It will be difficult for her to control the three of them, but I imagine that she will manage.- I leave my chair and walk around the table, approaching my human.

She was like an angel captured in the devil's bed. A willing angel in the devil's bed. Mine. I’d never give her up. I didn’t give a fuck who I’d have to ruin or kill. She was my perfection. The best part was that she’d let me because she wanted to be mine. My enemies called me the Villainous Kingpin. The devil in a three-piece-suit. She just called me hers. She loved me, just the way I was. And God knew I loved her just the way she was. My most beautiful perfection.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

With a deep breath, she focused her energy and channelled her angelic powers, attempting to break free. As she summoned her inner strength, a voice echoed through the chamber. "Impressive, Claire. Your determination is commendable." Startled, Claire looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Who's there? Show yourself!" she demanded, her voice laced with defiance. A figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing a tall, cloaked individual. It was Cassandra, the enigmatic member of the Twelve. Her piercing gaze bore into Claire's soul, a mixture of curiosity and malice.

Milena spoke through gritted teeth and bowed her head before scurrying upstairs. She stopped in front of the wooden door of the girls bedroom and slowly knocked. "Nesta?" She whispered, her voice cracking once again. "We are waiting for you-" she spoke and pushed the door open. but What she found struck horror and fear in her heart. "FERDINAND! FERDINAND! OH DEAR HEAVENS!" she yelled as she ran away from the room. "What ?! What is it?!" Came the worried voice of the man who hurried from his seat, to meet his wife halfway.

Shut up! "I won't stay silent! You're the one who pushed her into hell, not me!" Kelly stood up, looking down at the wolf collapsing to the ground. "You're the one who stole her life-saving antidote! You're the one who crushed the last gift from her mother! You're the one who killed her, Elio! "You're the most selfish, cold-blooded killer of all! Hahaha!" The two who were once deeply in love were now tearing into each other like rabid dogs.

“You’re feeling things.” The silver haired girl laughed softly. “Of course I feel things.” “No. You feel things for him.” Silence answered enough. Then quietly, almost embarrassed by her own thoughts, she asked, “Could I be his mate?” The reaction was immediate. “Absolutely not.” She blinked in surprise. “Why not?” “Because you are a goddess, for heaven’s sake.” The other girl looked genuinely horrified now. “And he is a lycan king.” “That doesn’t sound terrible.”

“You have one chance. Start talking before I decide handing you back is safer.” Logan’s mouth hardened. Elira beat him to it. “Alaric means to trade him if he cannot control him.” Darian’s gaze snapped to her. “Trade him to what?” No one answered quickly enough. Lydia looked from one face to the next and realized she was standing in the center of three different histories, all of them bloodied, none of them honest enough yet. “Enough,” she said. Three pairs of eyes turned to her. She was tired. Cold. Hurting. And suddenly done being the only one expected to accept half-truths.

Cordelia had fallen right into her trap! The blindfold was removed by the handsome man standing before her. Instantly, Cordelia’s eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones. Fear still gripped her, especially after hearing his declaration that he wanted her body. Cordelia was no prostitute—she would never surrender herself to a man who wasn’t her husband. “You’re insane!” Cordelia mustered the courage to snap. The handsome man smirked. “Call me insane all you want, but nothing you say will change my mind.”