Cordelia Fine Novels & Stories

Noah said. Fred started a normal search and gained access to Christopher James’ email and he searched for that one email that would give him the information he needed. He found it after twenty minutes and he looked at the email Christopher had sent to Kiran Sinclair, head Alpha with the request and then Kiran Sinclair’s response and acceptance. “He exists all right and he is the head Alpha of the Council, which means he’s in on it,” Fred said. “I told you this thing goes all the way to the top,” Noah said.

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.”

A knock on the door sounded and Myra smiled cruelly “Enter.” The door open and Myra turned looking at the young woman who had entered, her long brown hair plaited, her face passive but it was the arrogance and resentment in her eyes that intrigued The Dark Lord. “Princess Cordelia…” “Your majesty,” Cordelia said bowing gracefully to the queen. “You wished to see me,”

That winter, when she was 12 years old, Eva met the person who would change her life—the Saintess emeritus of the Dark Divine Holy Land, Myriad Fragrance Lady, Cordelia Whitmore. Cordelia was naturally kind-hearted. She only became the Holy Land master's personal disciple because of her outstanding talent. Originally the Whitmore family's eldest daughter, she would have married her childhood sweetheart, Percival Montague, the Third Prince's second son, if not for her cultivation talent. They had grown up together, were deeply in love, and were destined for a blissful life. Yet that afternoon, when the Holy Land master visited her family and saw Cordelia, their fates changed forever. The two

"You were the one I saw in Roland's eyes. You were there, everywhere." "And the smart one wins a price." Cordelia said, sending another splash of water before dodging yet another energy blast from Cornelia. "You have no heart, Cornelia. Attacking the one that was named after you." Cordelia said, stretching her hand forward tk lead water her way. "You know who you are." Cornelia said sending another ray of energy, this time at the loft above Cordelia. The loft cracked and crumbled, rocks falling towards cordelia. "One casualty wouldn't matter as long as you are gone."

“Two Way Street. Cordelia, 7pm, High Street.” Cordelia. Cordelia was the name of the wedding singer they had hired. A pretty, young woman with a slightly husky voice that Owen had thought was great. She’d had a good repertoire, and an easy-going charm that made her very approachable. Emily had thought she seemed a little spacey and vague and had hoped she would not prove unreliable on the day, but Owen had been keen to give her a shot.

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.

With a polite nod of agreement, she exited the office. It was already the day for the handover. Philip has been... well Philip, and yes he still brought Brenda home, still ignored my existence, although since I kneed him that day he steered clear of me. I was already used to all his tantrums that he threw once in a while so you could say I was surviving. I opened the box and looked inside to see a shimmering fabric in it which I brought out. It was a red, strapless heavily sequined gown with a plunging neckline and side slit that ran all the way up to the waist.

Silence fell instantly. She leaned down, her lips near Alexa’s ear, whispering just loud enough for Gabrielle to hear. “And if I die?” Alexa froze. Then slowly, deliberately, she whispered back: “I carry your legacy.” Cordelia’s eyes softened ,the barest flicker, the smallest hint of something human beneath her brutal exterior. Something like relief. Approval. Maybe even pride. She placed a hand on Alexa’s shoulder. “The meeting is adjourned.” But the room didn’t move.