Coralie Sullivan Novels & Stories

“Okay, after Craig the Waiter, was Captain Weatherman.” “You mean Mr. Crowley,” Mary Sue interjects with a smirk. “Yeah, him. Did we get his first name?” “Let me see, I got it somewhere . . . ” Mary Sue fishes out her phone and starts fishing through her e-mails. After a few seconds, she perks up and says, “Walter.” “Walter Crowley, Captain Weatherman. It fits.” I add his name to the list. Still consulting her e-mails, Mary Sue then adds, “The next two victims were Johnson Brown and Stephanie Webber.”

I stomped my feet and walked away, but instead of going to my car, I walked towards the witches' coven that Eulisses had in his territory. “Coral, where the fuck are you?” I yelled. A door opened, and the young witch came out mixing some herbs. “I need a word with you.” I walked past her and sat in the living room. “Hi Mariel…” Coral greeted me, and just the sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine. There was something evil in her, there was something in there that set all the alarms on, but I was desperate, and I needed to neutralize the threat that Stella represented. “I need…” I started the conversation, but she interrupted me.

instead she seemed to be enjoyed it because a smile curved up on her lips. "I'm going to make things really simply for all of us... I think I would prefer that... so let me get straight to the point... I need the book where is it" coraline said in a cold voice. the playfulness she had completely leaving her body as she stared at the both of them... Lisa and felicity exchanged confused look, but the confusion was soon replaced with anger and Lisa stood up and started to mutter a spell, but the spell immediately died down because a snap was heard in the room and then a tud...

Yaser was carrying her luggage and smiling at her dotingly. Coral stood about 1.7 meters tall. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders. She held onto Yaser's arm and said generously, "Don't worry! Although I'm from Ol' Mare, I come to Woolpackton often. I know this place like the back of my hand! I'll take care of everything!" The girls giggled. "Coral, we can't risk our safety. Your cousin's the general manager of a huge company, right? Why don't you get her to arrange a few bodyguards for us? We'll look so cool walking down the streets!"

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

"Yeah, just a shame I didn't get to meet Reginald, but the guy who received me is one of my fans and he said he would make every effort to have me met by Mr. Reginald Wordsworth." Coral sat down with her arm around Grace, her pretty and delicate face demonstrating definite confidence. She was 21 years old, a junior at Imperial University, and had 60 million followers on PHOENIXFELL's hottest video application platform, because she had a wonderful voice, and sang beautifully. Thus, she was highly praised by the public as a “heavenly voice”. However, she was not satisfied with just being a netizen online. Besides, she was actively involved in charity work, relying on Brady's connections to lob

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

she purred, walking over to the oversized leather couch near the fire and sinking into the cushions. "I'm not complaining," Eamon muttered, stepping over and dropping his heavy frame beside her. The scent of her heat and sweet jasmine filled the space between them. "I do my best planning when I've got a thick, dominant wolf inside me," Coralie laughed softly, crossing her long legs. "These patrons get me so wired up with their bizarre cravings. Half the time I just want a real male to tear my clothes off and knot me right on the rug just to clear my head."

“Please tell me that you are not referring to Sienna as your daughter.” “Do you see Sienna being a sharp wolf? As far as I'm concerned, she's nothing but an Omega. A smart and strong one I will admit, but that is all.” I said, staring down at the picture of the woman that I once loved before putting it away. “But yes, you do have a sister just as much as she does.” I turned toward her, the wicked smile stretching across my face. “She doesn’t know. Neither does Damon. But the girl exists. They have tried finding her for years before they passed away. Kael and Evelyn believed her to be dead a long time ago. They never bothered looking. And now… she will return.”