The Broken Pieces. 8
Part 8 They couldn’t do this…yet neither moved away. Cordelia let out a ragged breath as she slid her hand to the side…
Part 8 They couldn’t do this…yet neither moved away. Cordelia let out a ragged breath as she slid her hand to the side…
Part 7 Cordelia hadn’t always hated Sundays, quite the opposite actually, there was nothing finer then a Sunday spent lazily by the pool…
Part 6 “Well isn’t this cosy.” Buffy Summers called out from where she stood ten meters away. “Would one of you mind telling…
Part 5 (Warning…B/A ahead, I couldn’t avoid it I’m afraid, tis a necessary evil.) Saturday crept up on Cordelia Chase slowly, even though…
Part 4 Cordelia had washed her hair three times. Three times and she could still smell the acrid stench of smoke covering every…
Part 3 “Cordelia, I think you’d better tell me what you’re doing here don’t you?” Angel frowned and crossed his arms over his…
Part 2 Angel sat alone in his apartment waiting for the sun to set and release him from his prison, the heart breaking…
Title: The Broken Pieces Author: Daisy Posted Originally: 02/03 Rating: NC17 Email Content: Angst. (Romance/Friendship in later parts I promise) Summary: Spoilers: During…
A/N: love as always to Pushydame, or as I like to call her ‘Dawnie the Magnificent and All Seeing Beta Extraordinaire‘. *** Part…
Part 17 The knife was sharp. There were no glittering jewels clustered around the handle, the blade didn’t curve upwards with a flamboyant…