Coraline Artbook の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

“You were bait. Nothing more” Coraline huffed out a laugh, the sound disturbing to my ears; she walked around and stood by my side, placing her hands on the desk. Her eyes held a hint of desperation I hadn't seen before. I leaned back into my chair, “I’ll give you more than what she can” Coraline persuaded. I arched a brow. Disgust etched on my face, Give me more than what Calista can? Coraline wouldn't be able to measure up to the dust under Calista's heels.

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.

Corrian says as we pass a reading nook with oversized bean bag chairs and a shelf full of books no toddler would read. I catch one title, ‘Teeth Are Not for Biting (But Sometimes They Are)’. I raise an eyebrow. “Special how?” He doesn’t answer. We pass a hallway lined with artwork. Crayon drawings, finger paints, but some of them are odd. Red scribbles in circular patterns, shapes that look more like symbols than animals. One has a giant black figure drawn with scratchy lines and tiny words underneath it. I lean closer. ‘The Bad Ones Are Coming.’

Its needle twisted wildly but always pointed to the heart of the coral field. She turned, scanning the eerie dome of coral that encased the trench. Every inch was etched with patterns—spirals, eyes, teeth, mouths. Some seemed to move if she stared too long. There was a sound, too. Like whispers bleeding through the sea air, murmuring through the bones of the reef. "They're not speaking out loud," Taye said, voice low Of course, love. Here's Chapter 6: The Mouthless Trench from River Witch II: The Salt-Blooded, expanded to 500 words and blended slightly with the tension that begins to rise in Chapter 7—without revealing too much too early.

" Like a throat. The pages lining it fluttered in some internal wind, whispering against each other. Fragments of text crawled across them, fading and reappearing, never settling on one version. It slanted down and away from the surface in a shallow ramp, disappearing into a gray that was not the Graveyard’s gray. It's more like the space between one level and another in a badly coded game. Behind us, ink slammed into the base of the altar in a black wave, spraying flecks up onto the stone like acid rain. We didn’t have time to run pros and cons. Corvin didn’t hesitate. He swung himself into the passage, boots skidding on the shifting paper underfoot, the lockbook clutched tight to his chest

"We’ve been breathing the same air in this house, both waiting for the monster to sleep." Isabella let out a slow, shaking breath, the rigid, imperial posture she had maintained throughout the night softening just a fraction. She reached up with her left hand, her fingers slowly unbuttoning the high cashmere collar of her coat, exposing the glittering diamond choker tight against her throat—the device that was still silently spoofing her heartbeat to a dead server loop.

LILY'S POV “Hello? Yes, Mrs. Calloway, I’m still here…Sorry, the line cut for a second,” I said, pressing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I rummaged through a drawer for my sketchbook. The wedding planner’s voice crackled through the line, cheerful and rushed. “No problem, dear. I just wanted to confirm your floral arrangement…you mentioned wanting lilies, right?” “Yes….white lilies and maybe a touch of blush roses around the altar…. Liam loves lilies,” I said, smiling unconsciously as I balanced my coffee cup in one hand and a pen in the other.