Noelle Cornelio Novels & Stories

“But, my Lord… Elspeth is the eldest daughter, she should be Queen.” “She knows her place, don’t you Elspeth?” Elspeth who stood beside me after I blew her away responded only with a nod. “Very well,” Father sat back on his throne and announced, “I declare your coronation, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, be held a week from now, where the moon shall blanket the sun, and darkness spread like wild fire.” A smile curved to my lips, “thank you, Father.” He smiled back at me and said to us both, “you may now go back to your chambers, and celebrate this day… My decision is final.” The two of us gave a bow and left the chamber.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Right now, she needed to focus on her and Ray. She wanted to look nice for Ray, so she went into her closet and picked out one of her favorite dresses. It was a backless halter dress in the color emerald green that came to just below her knees. She picked out a pair of black strapless sandals. She didn’t need any fancy footwear. The ceremony would be held at the pack field and she wouldn’t actually need shoes. She wouldn’t need clothes either, but she had no intention of showing up in front of Ray’s pack naked. She’d keep her clothes on in public until absolutely necessary, thank you very much.

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

Jonathan glanced at my handbag and the white shopping bag in my hand, his gaze lingering. "I saw a small pink box earlier," he said. "What was that?" "You must have been mistaken," I replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I searched for a way to decline his sudden push for the marriage license. Before I could form a response, his phone rang sharply, the caller ID flashing through the car's speaker. It was Chloe, her voice tight with panic. "Uncle Jon, I think someone's following me!"

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I like it here-“ A knock at the door interrupts my sentence. Cian and I exchange glances, and I can see the wariness in his eyes. I somehow doubt he wants to deal with any of the girls who live in this building. “Hey Abella, it’s Noah. I heard you came over earlier, and I just wanted to come and apologise for not being in at the time. Maybe we can talk about what you came over for,” the Alpha says through the door. I panic, immediately jumping up to grab the papers on my desk. Cian watches me fluster, as I quickly shove them under my pillow. “Give me a second,” I call out to Noah, before I concentrate on Cian, lowering my voice right down to a whisper. “Yo

When will she get it? Right now, he just needed Emma. Then the door opened. Noah’s fingers froze mid tap typing to Sarah. And there she was. Emma. Her dress was floral, with spaghetti straps that rested delicately on her shoulders. The deep V neckline drew attention. Zeus growled in a lethal way. The fabric hugged her waist before falling in a soft cascade, revealing a slit that danced with each step. Her hair was swept into a loose bun, with unruly strands curling around her cheeks. She looked like the goddess of summer.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

Damon said, but when I shot him a deadly look, he fell silent. “I want you to entertain Camilla for one hour,” Noelle continued, her voice filled with intent. “She’s always bored and doesn’t want to talk to anyone. I want to help her. Hold her attention with your sweet words for one hour, and when it’s over, we’ll show up to disrupt the chat.” “Really? That’s all I have to do to earn heavy cash rewards?” I asked, and she nodded. “Can you be more specific about the reward?” I pressed, and she rolled her eyes before responding.