Novel & Cerita Aura Novel

The heavy oak door of his private study clicked shut. Aurora sat alone at the kitchen table. The farmhouse felt like it was holding its breath. She stared blindly at Ruby's text message resting on the wood. The plagiarism story was ready to destroy her restored name. Julian was locked inside his study making a dangerous call. And her small notebook was sitting safely upstairs on her desk, holding the true thing she had finally written down for the very first time.

thought rush into her head. Aurora stood up. She felt like watching more videos of Brielle, but she couldn’t find her laptop. She opened her dressing room, and scattered everywhere. A phone fell from a book, and she gasped. It was obviously Brielle's phone, It was switched off. When she switched it on, a password was required. She typed Brielle, but it was wrong, then Marisol... it was wrong. She loves Ken. She felt like trying Ken, because she has watched a lot of movies and people use their lovers as their passwords.

She climbed out of bed, tiptoed past the room of her Mommy and Daddy Ricard, and headed to the back pavilion. She saw Julian sitting on his small porch, trying to apply ointment to his injured leg. "Mister..." Aurora whispered. Julian jumped in surprise. "Little Miss? Why are you here? It’s very cold." Aurora approached, carrying a storybook. "I can’t sleep. Mommy lied to me, didn't she? Mommy said my Daddy died, but every time I see you, I feel like I'm with my Daddy." Julian could no longer restrain himself. He pulled Aurora into a brief, trembling embrace. He breathed in the scent of his daughter’s hair, which smelled of jasmine—just like Cassandra’s once did.

Angela led me to a quaint cabin nestled deep in the woods, where Aurelia had been staying. We entered the cabin, and there she was, sitting by the fireplace, a book in her hands. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Her hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth. Aurelia looked up from her book, and her gaze locked onto mine. Her lips curved into a hesitant smile as she stood up. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the incredible transformation that had taken place since we were last together.

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

Aurora scoffed awkwardly before she took another bite from her pancake and stuffed her mouth with pancakes feeling embarrassed. . . . To be continued... . Don't forget leave your precious reviews on the book and do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section... . With Much Love... Elvira 🤍

Warning, Matured context. “First thing first, the child does not belong to Kael,” Aurora said, picking up a pen and flipping through a book. She was deep in thought, formulating the perfect plan. “Which child?” Draven asked, now sitting up. His mate was like a machine—a calculating force with a clear mission, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her intensity.

“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.

She noticed something in her hand, she frowned at the diary in her hands which she was holding tightly. She blinked her blurry vision and started reading it not knowing why she was holding on it tightly. But when she started reading it, she realised why her hold was tight on it. Someone wanted her to read it. "Hi, Aurora! You might not know me but I know you or maybe that's what I thought, but I was wrong. I honestly never tried to feel you, but I understood pieces of you by reading your diary just now... I am Aura, your second personality. Yes, I am a disorder. Norman made me to protect you from yourself. I am a happy girl who keeps you away from suicide... But I can't do it anymore, I am s

There was no reason to believe that other way around would not be possible. Author's Note: Hey Lovely Readers, The ones who have stuck with the story so far, I honestly love you guys. Even after so many chapters, Apaurushya's universe is still much unexplored. Several characters and settings are still behind the curtain. This year has not been very good to us, so I Am offering my kudos to you for hanging in there. Finally, it's time of the holidays. Merry Christmas to you all and a very Happy New Year to all of you. Happy Reading.