Aura Brushed Novels & Stories

She said, picking up her purse. "You're heading out?" I asked in surprise, hoping my presence did not make her uncomfortable. She nodded, "Yeah. You two need some privacy." "Uh okay. Take care." "Yeah sure," she said and left. Aurora stepped out not long after that. I almost drooled as she stepped in a flowing strapless floral dress, her waves cascaded flawlessly down her back, framing her glowing face so perfectly. God, this woman was too beautiful for words. "Leo," she said with a slight smile and nod in my direction.

Morgan that would take me all afternoon to read. I was halfway through the book when there was a knock on the door. - It's oppan. - I shouted, but no one came in. Suspicious, I put the tablet down and headed for the door. A little pup, who couldn't have been more than five years old, was standing there in a cute lace dress and a blue ribbon tied in her hair. In her hands, she had a bunch of flowers, almost bigger than she was. - Lun… Angel, Klaus asked me to give you this.

The work was so much that day that we slept earlier than we did the day before. I was jolted awake by a loud scream. It was early in the morning, and the sun wasn't even out yet. When I focused my senses, I realised it was Aishatu, and I immediately became scared. I got up promptly and ran to her hut. I found her naked and beaming with joy. I wondered what was making her so happy, and then I noticed it. Her sores were almost gone. "It worked!" She screamed, "it worked."

"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?"

The air buzzed with murmured conversations, clinking glassware, and perfume sweet enough to cling to the throat. Aurora darted ahead of me like a spark. She had chosen a pale lavender dress that brushed her knees, modest but elegant, the kind of thing a seventeen-year-old with far too much taste for her age would wear. Her dark hair had been smoothed into soft waves, and her eyes were bright with excitement as she scanned the displays. She paused at a marble bust, tilting her head critically. “It looks like it is judging me,” she whispered, then laughed. “I do not like it. Art should make you want to keep looking, not look away.”

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?."

“Beta Blaise is her mate and the second in command of the Pack's warriors. At least, he wouldn't let the warriors chase out a member of the pack through the borders without an open announcement. I sighed, slapping my forehead. “My life is literally over!” “Can you calm down a bit? Can you let me think?!” "I am sorry," I mumbled. "I know. It's just that...pacing won't solve anything." Shortly after, we heard a small knock. Azira dashed to the door, flinging it open even before I could move. “She's here,” she breathed. I rushed forward. Lady Aurora wore a thick robe, her wavy hair lay scattered beneath the cloak. Her eyes lay on me. “Are you okay?”

.... (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.