Coraline Age Novels & Stories

Rex smirked, his blue eyes roaming her ass, wiping his mouth with interest. “You never know, anyway he’s had a mate, he’s fair game for anyone now,” Diane pouted, adjusting her cleavage before strutting past Rex without a care. Coraline shrugged herself into a much plainer black mini dress, her long legs on show, wearing chunky black wedges. "She looks good now but watch her try to skip down the line in stilettos…it's going to be carnage," she said with venom on her tongue.

Then, please go and visit him by yourself. Coral bit back the comment and rises from the couch. “I will be going to my room to take shower.” She disperses and takes the stairway upstairs to where her room is situated. Reaching upstairs, she takes the left turn when her Aunt comes out of her room. “Oh Coral! Morning honey.” “Morning, Emily” Coral greets back. She is mastered calling her by her name instead of Aunt which she used to call her before. Emily believes it is rude for someone like Coral's age to call her Aunt. She is only 34!

Coraline I tried to keep the shock from showing on my face after looking at my phone to translate her words but wasn’t sure I was completely successful. This was Sofía? The eighteen-year old sweet girl that Alessio’s dad had tried to set him up with? I mean, she actually seemed sweet and all but she definitely didn’t look eighteen in the slightest. I had been picturing someone with a lot less boobs and a lot less hips. Even her face looked like she had a filter on. She was that flawless.

She wanted to give Heloise a ‘good reception’ here. "Understood." The waiter obediently followed Darnell out. Looking at Darnell leaving the venue, Coral's eyes changed and she looked coldly at Heloise. Heloise was standing in the same place and was being surrounded by a couple of dandies asking for her phone number. What a beckoning bitch! She was like this when she was 18, and she was still like this at 21! Coral took a step to her friend Bena's side and said, "Bena, did you see that woman?"

Instead of turning his attention to Lucas, Cedric simply smiled and asked Corinne, "Corinne, how old are you?" Corinne took a sip of tea before answering, "I'll be twenty this year." "Twenty? Why, that's perfect!" Cedric nodded satisfactorily before his expression became solemn. "If I guess correctly, you're probably still single, right? Well, it's a good thing I know an excellent guy who's still single too. Do you want me to introduce him to you?"

The hair on my arms rose, and a chill crept up my spine. Gavin noticed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as we walked up the front steps and towards the front door. The door opened before we reached it fully, and we both froze in our steps. Coraline Blackwell didn’t step out of the house. Her small frame filled the doorway like a shadow that decided to solidify. She looked older than she was, but according to Selene, Cora was Zachary’s little sister. She had her silver hair pulled back, sharp cheekbones, and deep-set eyes that looked as if they saw straight through me. But nothing about her felt fragile. If anything, she radiated authority.

Vito says taking seat on one of the chairs close by, his hands together as he waited for the information that he had requested. “Alright, I did a background check on that girl like you asked, her name is Coraline Loretta Hart. Born 15 June 1997, which makes her 27 at this point in time. She works an honest job, down at the coffee shop you met her, studied English in college and was about to go to uni but some family issues appeared which led her to starting work instead. It doesn’t appear that her mother was ever in the picture, she was raised primarily by her father Adam Thomas Hart and her grandmother, Loretta Hart, whom she was named after who died a couple of years ago.” Henry explains a

To my utter surprise, it wasn't Coraline who initiated the awkward conversation—it was her boyfriend. Aaron Grant. The notorious rebel of the Grant family. A classic embodiment of a filthy rich bad boy. That guy, from what I knew, only dated supermodels. So you can imagine my shock when I saw him standing next to Coraline. A twenty-one-year-old woman with the maturity level of a nine-year-old. "How long has this been going on?" Aaron asked, his dark eyes sparkling with his trademark mischievousness.

“The other night… the fight with Matteo… it was unfortunate. I don’t want bad blood between us.” “I don’t like drama,” I say. “Then maybe stop walking into it,” she shoots back. I blink. Huh. She has teeth. She leans back in her chair, watching me over the rim of her cup. “You really don’t like me, do you?” “I don’t dislike you,” I say. “You’re… tolerable.” “Wow. Be still, my heart.” I snort before I can help it. Coraline tilts her head. “Dante, I know you think I’m some annoying rich girl who wants attention. And maybe sometimes I am. But I’m not the enemy.”

Dolce got out of her chair and smiled at Cora. “I’ll do that instead.” She Insisted. Cora nodded and watched her walk to the counter. “She was sweating buckets.” Kyle said with a light chuckle. “Well, this is probably the first time she’s getting interrogated.” Cora said as she pulled out a document from her bag. “Dolce Mendez, age 29, fashion designer, photographer and make up artist, unmarried...” Cora read through the documents. She looked up at Kyle, one eyebrow raised.