Cora San Novels & Stories

Cora’s voice rang out, drawing his attention to the present again. "I'm sorry”, he smiled apologetically. “Did you say something?” “You were not listening to me.” Cora said flatly, her perfectly threaded brows lifting in surprise. “I’m sorry.” “Is something wrong? Is Nova OK, you said she was sleeping.” Cora leaned down to pick up her wine glass, pausing too long and baring her cleavage. Cal looked away. He felt nothing for this woman no matter what she wore or did. The fact that she had an identical face to his late wife’s was eerie enough to him and always sent a chill up his back.

Maya began to speak, but Cora interrupted her. "Of course, this place is not for trash," she said with an evil smile. "Trash like you," she added, and Maya stared at her, as she struggled hard to keep her cool. Cora walked up to her. "You don't belong here, omega. Take your stinking self out of this place," she ordered, and Maya's eyes blazed with fury, as she clenched her hands to her side, as she stared hard at Cora. "Becoming a Luna doesn't hide the stench of an omega written all over you." Cora said in despise.

___________________________________ Dinner at the Carter house was just as it had always been since my mother died. Dry. The conversations? Forced dry. The food? Dry. Or maybe I am getting used to Massimo’s dinners…at least the food had flavor. “So how's things with your fiancée?” Cora asked with the drawl in her Southern accent. She was a blonde woman from Louisiana who was obsessed with “keeping up with the times” at the expense of my father. I looked at her and rather than answer immediately, I took a drink of water. “Fine.” I said, after I was done and went back to pushing around the undercooked chicken on my plate.

She could not comprehend the fact that there would be a person on Earth who had never heard of the Celestial Walker Organization. Lucas did not wish to continue muttering gibberish with Cora. He looked at the latter and asked, "Don't tell me that you came all the way here just to sneak a peek of me bathing?" Cora's fair face immediately became scarlet after she heard it, looking just like a fully ripened apple, very seducing to those who saw her. "I'm not here to sneak a peek at you bathing. I'm here to look for the shocking treasure," said Cora.

Cora. She stood tall, seemingly untouched by the chaos around her. Her posture was confident, almost mocking, as she watched the carnage unfold below. A cold smirk played on her lips, and it was clear that she had been orchestrating this whole thing from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal herself. Norwan clenched his fists, a fierce anger building within him. He knew the danger Cora posed, but seeing her like this—standing above it all, so sure of her victory—was maddening.

I hear Justin say, his voice rough around the edges. I meet his gaze for a moment and try to hide my smile. “Good morning. I’m so glad we got some sun for today,” Cora chirps, looking ready to hit the beach in her sundress with the straps of her swimsuit showing underneath. “I think it will be good for everyone to get out,” I agree, but Justin says nothing. “Except for Peter.” Cora leans in close. “I brought the SPF 100 for him.” “Do they make 100?” I laugh.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

" A tall young brunette lady of about 18 years with moss green eyes and an hourglass shape steeped in. Her hair was neatly packed into a ponytail, and her uniform was well-ironed and neat. "Greetings Luna," she said with a slight bow. "I'm Cora, I'm your handmaiden." She introduced herself. "Hello Cora, it's nice to meet you," I replied smiling at her as I noticed how tense she was. She smiled weakly at me but was no longer as tense as she was when she walked in. "I'd go prepare your bath," she said. I simply nodded at her, giving her approval. She dropped the peach-long flowing gown she was holding on the bed and headed to the bathroom.

I swallowed, knowing fully well that there was more to this than the eye met. “Who is, Cora?” Daniel’s expression suddenly went grim, and his eyes darkened. His sudden change in demeanor sent a chill running up my spine. The air suddenly felt chilly and dense as tension became high. “Remember how I said that I was not from this realm?” I nodded slowly, curious on where he was going with this. “Cora is not from this realm either.” My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. Cora was a being from another realm. The realisation shook my whole foundation, everything I thought I knew.

"Get your peasant food off of the table." Cora sneered at me. Cora was the daughter of one of Lionel's elders. She was tall and thin with long red hair that went almost to her waist. Her eyes were an icy cold blue. She walked around the house as if she owned it. And she did not seem to like me. Which was fair enough, because I didn’t care for her either. “Excuse me?” I asked, blinking at her. “Your peasant food. Get rid of it.” Cora insisted.