Cora San Novels & Stories

Still shouting questions through the windows. Cora sat frozen between her brothers, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might explode. Her hands were shaking. Her breathing was coming in short, panicked gasps. "It is okay," Caleb said, his doctor's voice calm and soothing. "You are safe now. They cannot reach you." "Breathe," Ryan instructed from the front seat. "In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Nice and slow." Cora tried to follow his instructions, but the panic was overwhelming. The cameras. The questions. The hands grabbing at her. It was too much. All of it was too much.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Cora at Fifteen Cora arrived in the summer of the ninth year at fifteen — taller, with the settled quality that the corridor nod had become so deeply practiced it was simply the way she moved through rooms now, reading the living frequencies as background rather than foreground, managing the ambient information the way most people managed background noise without consciously processing it. She and Mira had been corresponding daily for two years. The correspondence had the quality of two people who were thinking about the same large question from the complementary angles of their different gifts — Mira from the geographic resonance side, Cora from the living-system side — and whose letters we

I placed the tray and dishes on the counter sink and looked at her. It felt awkward as I just stood there and watched her. Sensing that I was looking at her, Cora put the book down. “Seat here,” she said, patting the stool next to her. And before I knew it, we started talking. Cora was Keeran’s cousin. She was a pack doctor and immediately we clicked in and our conversation started and I felt comfortable with her. “What? That’s crazy,” she said when I told her about my mate and the betrayal. “Your mate and your own sister?”

But I have to try. I simply have to try. I recognize Cora the instant I see her street-park her car and climb out of it from the other side of the window. The vehicle appears to be just about as luxurious as her hair, her makeup, her nails, and her wardrobe. She has a way of making me feel wildly insecure, likely due to the fact that not only does she look like a supermodel, but she has been with Professor Harlan, too. She looks entirely as put-together as she always does, albeit a bit irritated to be meeting me, which is understandable, especially on a Saturday. Still, I can’t help but inwardly snicker at the massive sunglasses that shield her face under the overcast sky, like she expects t

She glanced at Sandhya and said, “President, do you want to order something?” When the person reached there Sandhya noticed her wearing an apron around her covered in flour and slight fragrance of cacao powder as well. “Oh, hey Cora… yeah, two black coffee with an apple pie and a black forest.” “Coming right away.” “Sis, isn’t she…” “She is Cora the fifth star. Her code name is ‘Leo’. She stays here in this dormitory. As you noticed she is an avid baker.” “There’s also a kitchen here?”

Just another power-hungry meathead like all the other mafia members. A mechanical sound beeped from within as the modern double doors opened. Her sweet smile faltered for a second after seeing Rein’s assistant on the other side. “Hello, I’m sorry I didn’t ask for your name back at the party.” She extended her arm, her palm under as a gesture for a hand kiss. “I’m Kora Renaud.” Her softly spoken voice irritated Damon to a high extent. “What an actress,” he thought. Pretending not to see Kora offer her hand, he looked back inside the manor. “As you can see no one’s here, everyone’s on a business trip.”

I took her hands before I kissed her knuckles. “That’s before I knew that I can conquer them. But now, I fear that we will taint our reputation together. And I still have my investors to satisfy,” I said before Barbara was laughing at me. I kissed her as I wanted to savor her laughter. “You’ll be fine. I know you are. Because you’re now Professor Brandon Cornwall from the Geology department of NYU who discovered the Cornwall’s Core or the scientific name for it was Calcium Silicon Dioxide (CaSiO2). You can do it. I know you will,” Barbara said as I was taking in my deep breaths.

She said pointing to the screen. --- The ice cream was nearly gone, the movie credits rolling, when Cora’s phone buzzed again. This time, she sighed, picked it up, and answered. “What?” she said flatly. Cassie leaned back on the couch, hugging a pillow, half-listening as she licked the last bit of chocolate from her spoon. On the other end, Warren’s voice was sharp. “You’ve been dodging me, Cora.” “Because you won’t give me space,” she snapped.