Cora Hale Novels & Stories

“Okay, please be quick, Ma’am Cora will surely scold me if she learn that I am not working.” “What did you heard from Cora while you’re serving her a food after the accident happened?” “Well, she said so many things that day, but there is one line of her that won’t stop hunting my mind, she said she finally get Ma’am Natalie out of Sir Norwan’s life and finally Ma’am Natalie left the mansion, she even thank herself because she’s good in crying.” “Did she really lost a baby during that day?” “No, The doctor who went here to help check her is her friend who is pretending as a doctor, I know it because I seen her multiple times with that person when Sir Norwan is not around.”

She opened it slowly and peeked outside and found a long corridor with yellow-colored walls and gold carvings and some painting hung here and there. Thea walked outside the room she woke up in and softly closed the door after her. She looked right and left and found a dead end on the left side. The room she is in is at the end of the corridor. She ran to her right as fast as her legs could carry her. At the end of the corridor, there are a set of stairs going up and down. A few maids were found milling here and there, going about their works. Thea disregarded them completely and ran down the stairs two at a time. She saw a big wooden door as soon as she stepped down the staircase.

The elevator finally got to the first floor. The elevator opens, revealing Hailey . "There you are, we've been looking for you two, and I see you both...engaged," Hailey cursed in frustration. Yep, engaged is a nice way to put it. "Why are you frustrated now?" Tristan asked. "Cora is going crazy," Hailey pants. "What?" Tristan and I yelled at the Same time. "What do you mean, she's going crazy?" Tristan asked. "Come see for yourself," Hailey said as we followed her. Cora was holding a box of matches and a cylinder gas bottle.

I cautioned her to save her strength as we will need to be prepared to shift tonight if the chance presents itself. Hearing the main doors opening to the cell, I hear someone moving along the hallway whistling. As I sit up and consider who it is, I can suddenly tell from the smell that Caleb has returned. It can’t be evening yet. I hope he hasn’t moved the timeline up. I need more time to rest and get my strength back. As I watch for him to appear around the corner, I see him wearing clean clothes and having showered. I’m surprised for some reason, I assume rogues will be messy, sloppy and have no care for their hygiene. But they actually do. The smell of a rogue only develops on them

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

At her father watching her with such desperate love and hope. "Twenty-four hours ago, I was a delivery girl living in a tiny apartment, nursing a broken heart and wondering how I was going to pay next month's rent," Cora said. Her voice was getting louder, more frantic. "And now I am supposed to be some long-lost heiress? Some Sterling princess who just snaps her fingers and destroys people's lives?" "Nobody expects you to be anything you are not ready to be," Caleb said carefully.

cried Price. “Language!” Amy and I chided him at the same time. Isaac faced me with an incredulous frown. “C’mon.” I produced my phone, where I had downloaded Trisha’s SLS app, and looked up at the couch. “May I, ma’am?” “Show him,” the phone app replied, giving the Haunters a good start. “Thank you.” I opened the app and let Isaac see my screen. The sticks showed Ann sitting on the couch, with Edward and Joseph standing behind her like soldiers.

“We’ve got a problem.” Edward tensed. “What kind of problem?” Aaron tossed a rolled parchment at him. “That kind.” Edward unrolled it, and even from where I sat, I could see the crimson wax seal of the High Council. My stomach dropped. “Already?” “Seems Seren wasn’t exaggerating when she said they felt the tremor,” Aaron said, crossing his arms. “They’ve issued an official decree. Kora Hale is to be captured and brought before the Council—alive if possible. Dead if not.”

I stood up, using my height to crowd the space, forcing Conrad to take a half-step back. "Let’s not get emotional," I said, smoothing the lapels of my jacket. "Sarah Hale is a brilliant woman. She’s a corporate strategist who has generated millions in revenue for the agricultural and economic sectors this fiscal year alone. She doesn't go around looking for petty drama, and she certainly doesn't waste her time digging dirt on your wives without being severely provoked." "Provoked?" Marcus scoffed, though he shrank back into his chair. "She went into a private room at The Pierre and cased a scene."

The lady walked to the side of Yvonne and Yeager and stared at Lucas. That lady was the second elder of Celestial Walker Organization, and her name was Helen Young. "Cora, is this a friend of yours?" Helen stared at Cora. Cora heard her voice, and her fair face revealed a terrifying expression as if she was scared of Helen. "Yes… no… yes…" Cora had no idea how she should answer Helen's question. In fact, Lucas was not considered her friend.