Aurora Fan Art Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry….I didn’t see you!” The girl glared up at her eyes sharp, annoyed. “Who the hell….” “I’m really sorry,” Aurora pleaded, voice trembling, eyes filling with feigned tears. “I can help you, okay?” Before the girl could respond, Aurora scooped up the banner and bolted toward the front of the stage. Other candidates had their fans too….smaller groups, less energy. Aurora joined Amir’s crowd and started jumping, dancing, screaming like a full-blown college fangirl.

It had been a long time since I had heard her laugh like that—free, spontaneous, without the weight of fear or obligation. “He’s right, Süßer (my sweet),” she said, still laughing. “The Pterodactyl isn’t a real dinosaur.” “But it lived with them.” “It did. But it wasn’t the same.” August huffed again—a sound so dramatic it seemed rehearsed—and went back to searching for the Pterodactyl pieces among the scattered ones. “Your turn to rinse,” Aurora announced, getting up from the sofa. Her hair, once brown, was now black, making her eyes look even lighter. “Come on, you first. Your dye must be dry.”

"They're glowing!" Aurora looked at her reflection in a nearby pool of water and gasped. Her eyes were indeed glowing, a bright yellow color that seemed to pierce through the darkness. Without hesitation, Aurora took off running, her wolf self propelling her through the forest at incredible speed. She felt free and powerful, her senses heightened as she chased after rabbits and squirrels. But as she ran, Aurora began to feel a strange sensation building inside her. It was as if her body was being pushed to its limits, her strength and speed growing with each passing moment.

I hate this, my mom is being overprotective of me and I hate it. I love my mom to the extent that I don't decline her offers and it's really becoming something else. Anyways, I am hoping to see her… Aurora's POV Was that stranger really serious?, If he sends that picture to Fiona then I am doomed geez, who the fuck is this stranger huh?. That person should better stay far from me because if I get hold of him or her then he is dead so I'm gonna strangle the daylight out of him. Gosh now I am finding it hard to sleep because of the fear of Fiona seeing that shit, God please help me.

I promise to repay your kindness ***** "Oh gosh! What a stressful day! Aurora muttered under her breath as she pull out her clothes and went to bath immediately. She couldn't still forget her encounter with... Brandon. So since he's the principal son she has to make friends with him to avoid getting suspended from the school because she knew if she keep this hot temper with him it wouldn't lead anywhere but hatred between them so she's gonna try making friends with him. But how come he's the only hotest guy in the school. He's just so hot that she felt like kissing him especially his ivy blue eyes. He's him some kind of creatures? Aurora after spending about twenty minutes in the bathroom, d

Which is totally out of his comfort zone but yet he wants nothing more than to lose himself and allow someone else control everything. Little does he know that one night will have the power to change everything! Aurora has a messy past and a scandalous background, Her foster family and most of her friends have turned their back on her, and all these has made her become free spirited. She's traveller and dosen't want to be tied down, in the midst of exploring the world and her limits there's still some anger and fear that exists in her which fuels and drives her. she sets out to find a man with whom she can explore and let out some steam and then she bumps into Aldrich. He seems like an ideal

It was a clear sign that all was not well between them. Previously, it was difficult telling them apart, because they would look so similar from head to toe. But now, everything about them was different. Aurelia had chosen to wear a maroon shirt with a white heart at the centre and she had paired it with white shorts and converse heels; while Aurora was wearing a red shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned to show off her cleavage and she had paired it with a black skirt that reached her lower thighs, but had a slit down the side. And most shocking of all…Aurora had straightened her hair and was wearing extensions, making her hair almost waist length.

In the hope of helping him relax around me, I give him my best smile, but that just seems to make it worse, so I resolve not to look at him and hope he can enjoy the night anyway. "Do you want to dance?" Aurora asks me and I wrap my arms around her, kissing the top of her nose. "I thought you'd never ask." We twirl around the dancefloor for a few songs and then, the immature and fun Aurora that I fell in love with emerges and she dashes over to the slush puppy machine, dragging her friends with her, they all fill cups with colourful slush in the hope of creating a tongue rainbow. To my surprise she even manages to rope Ruby into it, offering her the red slush which I know is because she does

Dash on one hand was very handsome, and I wasn’t saying that because I could see it yet, but because on their fifth birthday, I received a load of birthday cards from his classmates. I meant his girlfriends. “No, but…” Aurora showed up, yawning with her mouth wide open. “Aurora, how many times will I tell you to close your mouth when yawning?!” Aurora was the first among them. She had cinnamon brown hair and cerulean eyes. Unlike her sister, Hilda, her hair was shorter and naturally curly. “Mummy, the pancakes are black.” “Oh, my Goddess!” My children looked at me with raised brows, even Hilda who just entered.

I canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same no