Aura Brushed Novels & Stories

The moment I returned it and placed the calabash over it again, the trance disappeared, and I was fully aware of myself again. "Now we will act for the birds," Aishatu said, pulling me out with her. I was confused about what she was doing, but I played along. Whatever it was, it must have been for my good. She stood in front of my entrance outside with an angry scowl on her face. I stood at the entrance inside, looking worried.

"I like large breed dogs. I don't hate mixed breeds. I'm pure Russian, my accent is too. I can speak English fluently…" Ara's right eyebrow went up. Is he trying to continue the ruined conversation last night? "I am not the type to get fat easily. Not everything that comes out of Danil's mouth is the truth. I just really don't like eating a lot. Swimming is my sport." Ara laid down her own lounge chair. Listening attentively to her patient. "I like anything brown." Her forehead crumpled. "Sixty percent of my new wardrobe is shaded in brown. Is that a coincidence?"

Aurora sat at the bar, waiting patiently for Daxton and Nico to walk in, this was the exact place they saw for the first time. "I really want to apologize for doing that, I promise not to do that again. Please forgive me." Alice pleaded, her eyes were full of repentance. "I forgave you already but Rita still remains my personal maid. Are you cool with that?." Aurora said, nonchalantly throwing her face off. "Yes, I'm okay with that but am I still your best friend?."

“Thank you, Aubrey. At least someone understands.” Aurora lowered her phone with a resigned expression. “I’ll call you later, Mom.” “Don’t forget the photos of the third veil.” “I’m trying to forget the third veil.” The call ended after two attempts, and Aurora placed her phone facedown on the table as if it had just been relieved of its family obligations. A few strands of her blonde hair had come loose near her ear, the Chanel cardigan that had been perfect this morning now had a crease at one shoulder, and she looked younger than twenty-five when she turned to Laurent with an expression of almost heartbreaking hope.

He gave me a wide smile, the color of his eyes warming to a light gray. I continued to study him as they walked closer. His hair was streaked gold and brown. The waves fell to the collar of his shirt. His grin was jovial and made anyone near him want to smile or laugh. He was tall with the build of a boxer, but emitted only comfort and warmth. Like Sophia, he seemed too young to have a child Andre’s age. They stopped in front of me. “Aurora, this is Gavriel,” Sophia said. Her pride in him was evident as she took my hand and pulled me forward. “My husband.”

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.

For some reason, she was afraid. Afraid that this man would look at her the same way Ryder had. Afraid that she would hear those same cruel words again. But instead, she felt something warm and gentle brush against her cheek. Cassian was wiping away her tears with his thumb. His touch was incredibly careful, as though she were something fragile. “Look at me.” Aurora slowly opened her eyes, and those golden eyes were watching her. Warm. Steady. Certain. “I want you to listen to me carefully.”

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

Their lips brushed briefly "Okay. you too" She whispered as their faces were still mere millimeters apart. * * * * * * * The next morning... Aurora woke up in excitement ready to go to her grandparents house, she got changed into a red dress she had packed yesterday for when she goes to visit them, she applied some lipstick, and took out her hairbrush, she combed through her wavy locks and tied up the side ponytail she usually had. When her hair was done, she checked herself in the mirror

Rosa asked gently, her thumb rubbing back and forth in a soothing manner. Aurora tired to speak but her tongue suddenly felt too heavy to lift so she settled for shaking her head. Rosa's dark eyes clouded with worry and her features crumpled, before she could expect it the older woman wrapped her bulky arms around Aurora, surrounding her with a comforting scent.