Cora San Novels & Stories

Darkness returned. Cora sat staring at where the door had been. Her eyes still adjusting back to nothing. She reached for the tray. Found the sandwich by touch. Ate mechanically. Not tasting it. Just consuming fuel. The water was lukewarm. Tasted slightly metallic. But it was wet. That was all that mattered. After eating, Cora stood. Started her routine. The one she had developed to keep from going insane. Walk the perimeter. Count steps. Map the space in her mind. Look for anything she might have missed. Any weakness. Any way out.

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

Kira announced as Cora sharply looked up at her, agitated. "Send him in this instance" she spoke sharply as Kira wondered why she was being agitated all of a sudden. "All right. " She took a bow and left. Cora stood up and properly wiped off the tears from her eyes and began pacing up and down the room, waiting impatiently for Lucas. "Cora," she heard his hush firm voice call out to her as she sharply look at him. "Hi, Lucas," she said and sucked in a great deal of air.

"In relationship with Corona who do you see her as?" Thorn Rose asked Stellaris, "Corona is Inkcanius' step-sister while her siblings are Alpha Viralrun, Beta Viralsting, Gamma Viralmight, Delta Viralcloud and Omicron Viralspread" said Stellaris. "Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Omicon. I better look out for them knowing that Corona herself is fighting to take over my sanctuary" I said, "there was a reason why Corona would take over my autistic son's sanctuary, she did this out of jealousy. She didn't have the ability to create worlds like Inkcanius can" Stellaris explained. "Corona got jealous when Inkcanius can create worlds while she can't I see, so this must be sibling jealousy" said Shado

“My name is Cora.” Luna approached her. “Can you show me?” Cora glanced at Darius first. Luna noticed. “Look at me.” The girl obeyed. “You don’t need his permission.” Cora hesitated before holding out one hand, a tiny flame appeared above her palm. Luna’s breath hitched. The flame looked almost exactly like hers. Cora smiled. “They said yours would be bigger.” “Who?” “The teachers.” “You know me?” “We know all of you.”

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.”