Cora Cartmell Novels & Stories

Miranda, who was already extremely angry at Charlotte, was even more furious after being inflamed and agitated by Tiffany. “Huh! You may be afraid of her, but I’m not. Just you wait, Tiff. I swear on my name that I’ll make her life super-miserable this time!” Coraline not only ran a women’s clothing store but was also a fashion designer. When Charlotte walked into her store, Coraline was tailoring clothes for a female customer. Charlotte sat aside quietly and did not disturb her work.

Her body shook as that picture of broken and desperate Amelia she had seen earlier played in her mind like a love song. In all her life as Psychiatrist, Brenda had never seen anyone who yearned to die this much as Amelia Rose, It was something she couldn’t just push out of Amelia’s mind, she thought if this woman talked about her life and problems then she would let go and seriously Brenda thought it was going well when she accepted chemotherapy but now she wasn’t sure any more.

He smiled when he saw them, pushing up his glasses on his face. “i’m glad you guy made it safely, I made you a small map of the surroundings so you don’t get lost, all the activities have been planned and I’ll be your tour guide if you need me” Cory paused, he opened his mouth to say something else but nothing came out of his mouth. He was staring at Camila, specifically at the red marks that covered her skin. Roman snorted. He was sure Cory thought it was a rash or something, yah, he was that dorky.

She carried an air of authority and confidence, and her pristine outfit only emphasized her commanding presence. Adela immediately recognized her as Cora, the lead designer of Elegance. Having admired her work in the past, Adela had been looking forward to working with her. "Meeting room. Now," Cora said bluntly before walking off. The other designers stood up without hesitation and followed her, leaving Adela momentarily confused. Juliet leaned in and whispered, "She means you too." "Oh! Right," Adela quickly grabbed her notebook and followed the team to the meeting room.

She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head. “How may I be of help to you, my lady?” she asked, while looking at the floor. The headmaster of the orphanage’s name is Baroness Christie Blair of the Blair Family. She’s married to the Baron of Blair, who’s close to the 3rd son of the late Emperor, Emperor Julius. “Did you really clean this room?!” she asked Clementine. “I did, lady Christie,” she replied. “Clean this room again, and if I saw another speck of dust in here, you will receive another punishment, understand?” the Baroness shouted as she threw the rag on Clementine’s face, then left the room.

Liam Kings “ Nothing Lucy, send her in.” He says as he adjusts himself in his chair. A few seconds pass and a slight knock is heard before the door knob turns, indicating that someone was entering. Emilia Peyton comes into view and it takes Liam sometime to realize that she was the one. The last time they met she wore a casual clothing which made her look like a normal person. ‘An extremely beautiful normal person’ he thought. If he thought she looked like a goddess the last time he saw her, then there wasn’t yet a word to describe her right now.

Mireya could not fulfill the duties of Usher's mate, and the only solution was to create a position that hadn't been filled for several generations. "What is it, Garth?" Garth approached Cora, who had just arrived at The Palace. He glanced at Cora's appearance, which seemed unusual. Hmm, a knee-length dress? "Why?" Cora asked, lowering her eyes. She could sense that Garth was more interested in her appearance than in her previous question. "Do I look strange?" Garth cleared his throat and shook his head with a furrowed brow. "You don't look strange, but I'm just curious. Do you have to wear a knee-length dress to work?"

She stood there, briefly stunned, gazing blankly at the people in the photos on the tombstones. Coral was quite intelligent, and with a moment's reflection, she tossed her umbrella to the side and folded her hands in front of her. She bowed deeply in reverence to the tombstones. The heavy rain instantly soaked her meticulously prepared attire. Coral stood there, knowing when she was most captivating because she had experience in captivating wealthy Darnell Smith. After her bow, Coral stood in the heavy rain, slowly turned around, and gazed up at the handsome and impressive man before her with a pitiful look. "Mr. Wordsworth, I don't know who these two are..."

She promised. It sounded impossible since Gemma was ready to leave for work while Cora hadn't even freshened up yet, but she didn't doubt her. Cora had a pair of hands that Gemma fondly referred to as magical. She could do everything that seemed impossible and even do it in the shortest time one could ever imagine.

Enterprises’ emblazoned across the tallest point. I knew the ‘C’ stood for Castelli but I had no idea what the ‘K’ represented. The media always speculated about it. Walking in towards the front desk where a pretty brunette lady was stationed, I pasted on a smile. “Hi, I’m Coraline Harper. I’m here to meet Mr. Castelli.” Her eyes narrowed at my appearance, gaze taking in my cotton blouse and regular jeans and concluding I didn’t belong here. “And who might you be?” she asked.