Novel & Cerita Aurora: A Love Story

Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa. Ito ang location ng photoshoot para sa poster at ilang eksena ng movie ni Blue entitled “Scared to Love You”. Tungkol ito sa isang lalaking natakot nang magmahal at nagawang maka-move on sa nakakatuwa at nakakatakot na paraan sa tulong ng kaluluwa ng isang babaeng na-comatose kaso sumasapi sa katawan ng kanyang ex-girlfriend. Nang nakapasok na siya sa loob, he was breathless and panting.

‎The morning came too soon. Aurora woke with a headache and a bruise on her neck that she would have to cover with makeup. She stood in the shower for twenty minutes, letting the hot water pound against her skin, trying to wash away the memory of his touch. It didn’t work. Nothing worked.

“You may all be aware of my… status.” Everyone knew of her bearing the essence of a True Luna. No one knew of what that entailed exactly. “I do not understand,” Eric picked up his wine glass which had been refilled. “What does your status have to do with the rogue leader Zephyr?” Aurora seemed to inhale slowly, as if preparing herself for something. Then she lifted a hand, and suddenly, the air seemed to thicken as strands of silver light emerged from her palm. My breath caught. I had seen her magic in action, but it never failed to take my breath away each time she showed it.

***AURORA*** The door of the luxury sedan clicked shut with a dull thud, completely cutting off the roar of the downpour. Inside, the space was vast, dark, and suffocatingly quiet. The scent of rich leather, expensive tobacco, and Ronan’s overpowering Alpha pheromones filled the enclosed cabin, settling over my skin. I sat frozen against the leather seat, my damp white dress clinging miserably to my thighs. My hands were shaking, but I clamped them tightly in my lap, refusing to let the man sitting across from me see a single trace of weakness.

Opened a new file. Not labeled. Not categorized. Not submitted. Private. “What’s that?” Elias asked. Aurora didn’t look up. “My real record,” she said. A pause. “The one they don’t see.” Silence. Elias understood immediately. She wasn’t just preserving memory anymore. She was building something parallel. Aurora typed slowly. Deliberately. Every detail. Every moment. Every interpretation— In her own words. Untouched by Keller. Untouched by system language.

To make matters worse, she gets a shocking revelation when she finds out that she was heavily pregnant, and this is odd because all she could remember is going on a trip months ago in a bid to escape the pain of catching her ex fiancé cheating on her with her best friend months ago. Aurora is stupefied, and is even more alarmed when a beautiful dark and mysterious stranger, whose wealth and charms manage to sweep her off her feet all the time claims ownership of her pregnancy. One chaos leads to another and so she’s therefore plunged into his world of darkness, the world of war and of blood but in the midst of it all, she finds that one thing her soul has always craved for… love. Does it mat

Her lips moved rapidly as she chanted some spell and soon Zarina was trapped in a cage of water. Aurora crossed her arms and said, “The only thing I learned from Tyson is to never trust anybody. I practiced extra hard on the spells you said I couldn’t perform… Now, tell me where Tiara is!” My heart swelled with pride on seeing Aurora handle the situation so well… AURORA’S POV My lips stretched in a smile as Zarina failed to use her magic again and again. “Aurora, leave me now… else you will never see your daughter again…”

He said nothing. He just reached out his arm. “Get on, Aurora.” She froze for a second. She knew what her mother would say. That it was reckless. That motorcycles were walking traps. That “people like Kaio” were the kind of people who complicated everything. And worse: if Helena knew she had even looked at a motorcycle, she would lock her suitcases before breakfast. But at that moment, none of that mattered. Aurora took a deep breath and got on. With her arms around Kaio's waist, the wind cutting through the empty streets of New York and her heart beating like a drum, she was sure: that night would be the beginning of something.

His warmth grounds me and serves as a reminder of my identity as he reaches back and takes my hand. "Aurora," he adds, his voice full of a genuine, unvarnished quality. "Being who you are is all that is required of you. For you, I love you. My breath is taken away by the words, which shake me like a wave and cause something within of me to come loose. He adores me. Not for my inner strength. Not for what I might become into. Only me. Only Aurora. Victor laughs quietly, his voice brimming with contempt. "Love?" he sneers. "You believe that love will keep her safe? That it will protect her from her identity?