Coraline Artbook の小説・ストーリー

I watched him disappear into the kitchen. As I picked up his jacket to hang it properly, something slipped from the inner pocket. A card. Heavy. Embossed in gold. Conti Private Atelier – Bridal Collection Pickup Confirmation.

We knew of Coral and Ramona and still, we were defenseless against them. “Prepare for what I have no idea of,” I asked frantically. She looked at me, nodding to herself. Then she lifted her hand and magically, a book appeared in her hands. I gasped and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that it was the oracle book. Before I could wrap my head around why the book Coral had burnt in front of me was in her hands, she glowed even more, her eyes shining as she brought out a knife. She dropped the book and then held the knife against her other palm, cutting her hand and the blood flowed into a silver cup I hadn’t noticed.

Alicia's eyes still closed lurk in the darkness. She hears the soft sound of hooves clattering over mud that gets bitter on hitting stones. Her body keeps getting low jolts as wheels squeak over some small stones. Her mind slips into a memory. In the center of the walls made of yellow stones is a half open brown wooden gate. On the floor, a candelabrum is standing with one candle in the center raised more than one on each side. Under the yellowish light are lying some black pawns carved with stone.

EPILOGUE The upscale art gallery buzzed with an air of sophisticated excitement. Lush velvet drapes framed the windows, casting a warm, inviting glow over the crowd. The walls were adorned with Elena’s latest series of paintings, each piece a powerful testament to her artistic evolution and personal journey. The space was filled with admirers, critics, and art enthusiasts, their voices a murmured symphony of praise and curiosity.

He looked like he was about to cry. "Awe, babe. You can get another one." Anna rubbed his arm. "I'm just glad your safe." He planted a kiss on her head. I rub my head. "Ok. What was she doing in Deruse?" Alexi opened the passenger seat door and pulled out a book. "I believe she wanted to acquire this." "What is that?" I look at the old book in her hands. "The Prophecy. The Book of the Dragons. Come inside." She walks us all into the conference room.

The sun shone brightly, casting a soft glow on Cora's cheek as the redhead breathed softly and evenly. If one were to look around the room, one would see wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with hundreds of books that she had read. On her door and on the ceiling were posters of cats, dogs, flowers, and even some bands. Her comforter/duvet was wrapped around her and she lay on two fluffy pillows and was surrounded by a dozen more. All of the throw pillows and the comforter were yellow and had sunflower patterns on them.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

Running a hand down my face with a muffled curse, I stepped through the doorway. In a couple of minutes, Lily led me to a large room with so much windows and air, and had glass sculptures and décor matching the clear white color of the couches. Cora was reclining on one of them, beautiful as ever, black hair flowing down her arms, her summer dress pooling around her crossed ankles, with her eyes focused on some book. A romance novel, like she always used to do back since I was a fucking kid.

Too good. I’m not sure how I missed all of this last night, but if I’m being honest, the explanation probably involves the most dangerous mouth I’ve ever trusted with my dick. Or his ass. One of the two. The ugly yellow-and-blue floral wallpaper is still here, which surprises me. I doubt Alessia would approve. But the art Jesus. The art changes everything. The hallway is lined with photographs. Large. Moody. Men and women suspended underwater, naked or nearly so, wrapped in flesh-toned silk that coils around them like secrets. Each piece feels intimate. Personal. Like something you’re not meant to look at for too long.

But in case there was a clue covered up in these writings, it may well be their only chance. As they looked through the files, Selene came over a huge, lavishly bound book that appeared to stand out from the others. The cover was embellished with images she didn't recognize, and when she opened it, the pages were filled with unusual graphs and complex outlines. “Ethan, take a look,” she called, her voice bound with fervor. Ethan joined her, peering over her shoulder at the book. The diagrams were unlike anything he had ever seen, depicting strange machines and devices, each one connected to the crystal in the center of the page.