Aura Brushed Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, the guardian was given the absolute right to the pathway, as their blood is the only substance to open the sealed gateway. Aurora’s phone buzzed beside her, bringing her out of her thought. It was a text from her best friend Hephzibah, who was half girl half mermaid hybrid, which read ‘AURORA TO BELLONA, I know you are at your spot again but hope you know tomorrow is founder’s day and we haven’t selected an outfit for it’. Oops I forget that, she said. Picking herself up, she texted her, ‘Meet you at the royal mall’. After which, she teleported herself to the mall.

Walking out of the dining hall and through the packhouse to the front door, we all step out in to the warm night air. I move forward and stop, crouching down to the ground, and let Aura take control. My bones crack and in a snap of my fingers I am on four giant white paws and I’m in the back of her head. The sounds of shock and awe ring out as she stands there looking out over the children. She crouches low with her tag wagging and barks happily before trotting to the children. “Hello, sweet ones. I am Aura.” she says and they giggle. She stands still as the children stroke her fur and she nudges them with her huge snout.

I chuckled softly as she said that. "Mr. Troy nice to meet you again," "Same here," we exchanged handshake. "Miss Aurora is recovering fast, she should be able to resume work next week," "You did well Miss. Let me give you a little something," "You don't need to," "Of course, I do," I gave her some money on purpose to make Aura jealous. "This is too much sir," "It's nothing, take it," "Thank you so much for this. I should be on my way now."

Kieran awkwardly scratched his face, "Don't thank me, I'm not the one helping you." He opened the car door and helped Aurora out. It was the first time Daxton had seen such a beautiful girl. Aurora, wearing a white long dress and her hair flowing down her back, seemed to have hurt her foot and was walking with a slight limp. But she walked up to Daxton under the sunlight, extended her hand, and smiled, "Hi, I'm Aurora." Like an angel who had fallen to Earth. Daxton was stunned for a moment. Kieran glared at him, "What are you staring at?"

she gestures spreading her arms wide even though her hands are occupied with hair care products and I run into her arms. Aurora is the baddie in our group, and she is not a fan of PDA (public display of affection, but she literally just offered me a hug that speaks volumes without her opening her mouth to say anything to me. “It’d okay…..” she coos “I am really tired and I have not even started” I express feeling myself break apart all over again “It’s fine meelah” she coos patting my back

Auria said with all the seriousness in her voice. “Why not file a case to the police?” Jack replied, taking the paper from Azrick’s hold and reading it once more. Auria shook her head and said, “no, I want things done efficiently and with as little involvement as possible. And through research and asking around, I figured that you two are the one fit for the job.” Auria opened her mouth to say more things but redacted, instead, holding a hand towards Azrick and Jack as she introduced herself. “I am sorry, I forgot to formally introduce myself. My name is Auria Martinez, an actress and singer of the Odyssey Production. I am a popular actress and singer and often perform at theatres and things

That was the time she felt she could finally breathe, Malcolm made her feel so uncomfortable but it was in a funny way. “What the hell just happened?” Aura muttered under her breath as she unknowingly touched her chest. “I am waiting” she heard his voice from outside and she scurried into her room, the incident with Bigfoot was already at the back of her head. When Aurora came out a bit later, he was already dressed and leaning on his car lazily waiting for her. “Ready?” He asked when he saw her. “Hmm”Aurora nodded looking down, purposely avoiding his gaze.

A precious, delicious while. Aurelia pushed up his shirt, but since it was sticking to his body from the wet, he had to touch it. She put her palms on the broad muscles on his chest and spread her fingers, tracing the outlines of the scars, kissing the golden-brown skin. He was holding her, one arm around her waist. She memorized his taste, wanted to savor every moment when it might be the last time.

It auto-played without my permission, like the universe wanted to hurt me just a little more. Aubrey. She stood in front of a beige backdrop, her outfit perfectly coordinated, every soft curl of her honey-blonde hair arranged like it had been sculpted by a professional. She held Emma’s favorite stuffed bear—the worn bunny Emma took everywhere—as if it were a prop in some heartwarming drama.

Ava made so many mistakes in training that she was surprised she had only come out of it with a few cuts and bruises. Claire managed to ruin the one thing she had felt confident about in this academy. Not letting emotions take her over while fighting was her thing. But the whole afternoon, she’d been too nervous and distracted, and her paranoia was back in full force.