Lidia Cervos Novels & Stories

She pulled the second journal from beneath the floorboard panel she'd created during her first week in the apartment, turned to a section and traced her finger against each word. 'Yolanda's cousin, Dorian Reyes, works the big events sometimes. I helped him get hired through the catering company. I don't think she knows but she's happy he's hired. She says it makes him feel useful. I think she just likes having someone she trusts nearby when the Astors are involved." Could it be? Vespera stroked her chin and then sat on the edge of the bed, holding the journal open in her lap for a moment. Then she reached for her phone after flipping to the next page.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

Rosario’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of surprise—and something darker—passing across her face. Jealousy. “Why so soon?” she asked, her tone dripping with suspicion, the edges laced with bitterness. Luca kept his gaze lowered, as if the answer might be written somewhere on the carpet. He searched for words but came up empty. He couldn’t even convince himself why the Ice King—who could have any woman in Italy, and beyond—would waste his time on a girl like Lidia. She wasn’t a socialite or a beauty queen, didn’t have a famous name or a fortune to her credit. She was barely out of university, unpolished in manner and inexperienced in life.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

I opened Eulalia's door with so much force and she jumped from her seat in fear "Co-nstantine," she said and her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying since "Can you explain to me, why Caesare has my designs?" I shouted angrily "I- I'm sorry, I don't know how he got it. I swear to you I don't know how it got missing" "Missing?, Did I hear you say missing. You are a liar" "I swear I'm not lying"

But for some reason, seeing Lidia’s face light with fragile hope burned me deeper than I cared to admit. Sera slithered away, her smile sharp, poisonous. She wasn’t done. I could see it. “Your time is up,” I barked at Lidia. My voice cracked like ice. I wasn't going to take any chances and leave my little maid with anyone else. She was still a part of a big puzzle piece, even though her powers nearly consumed her. The necklace summoning spirits, I recognized that necklace from the moment I saw her. Lidia rose, bowing low, but her eyes shimmered with a slight smile on her face.

The man and woman who were standing frowned in confusion at the gesture, but I knew that they could tell that something was wrong and thankfully, they chose not to ask any questions. I had to fight back rolling my eyes at his response and cleared my throat to find my voice. The tension that I felt in the room was one that I never thought that I would be experiencing or dealing with, and seeing as Alvize seemed to grow annoyed, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. “Elena Valdez,” I said, extending my hand to the woman. “My apologies for coming this way,” The woman smiled at my hand before shaking it, her touch gentle before she let go and I turned to the man. “Donatello and Maria, Alvize an

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.