Coraline Book Author Novels & Stories

"Shit! The storm caught up with us!" Coral calls the attention of her sisters. I'm still at the edge of the cliff, soaked with rain and feeling Isolde's magic coursing through me like an intruder. I want to scream, but it holds me down, stronger than the last time. My wet blonde hair sticks to my face just like my clothes stick to my body. Coral scans the vicinity frantically. They are all getting drenched like I am. She says, "Marelyn's been exposed. Sister, will the defense stop him?"

I had almost forgotten that too, if not for Tina’s harsh reminder of trying to kill her. Lily walked in, while I hovered behind like the gloomy shadow I am. I was getting so uncomfortable for some reason. I am sure Dom must have told her I had a huge mental breakdown which shattered me when she got poisoned. Fuck. “It looks like you’re enjoying this book a lot, Cora.” Lily smiled. Cora’s eyes were glued on the pages. “This is so touching, I’m almost in tears, honey. I can’t put the book down. Difficult, broken romance is so sad yet beautiful at the same time.”

I watched their movement, when Damon left, I decided to carryout my plans. I called a waiter and handed him a glass of wine and a bottle of water but instructed him to offer her the wine first. I watched everything from afar. My guess was right, she would regect the wine. I personally spiked the water heavily so, with just a single sip, the drug would be effective. She glanced at me and ran to the restroom. I followed her in and said 'you can't escape now' Authoress POV Coralline stared in fright. 'What did you put in the water?' She asked shaking

Maybe more than one. She crossed the room slowly and opened it. The first page was still the same. Tell the truth. But a second page had been added beneath it. Different handwriting. More fluid. Feminine. The truth won’t save you. Her blood chilled. Sloane closed the book carefully, like it might bite. She stepped back from the desk and stared at the fire, which now burned lower than before despite being recently stoked. A knock came at the door. Sharp. Precise. One-two-three.

*This scene takes place just before the epilogue of book 5, ‘The Gamma’s Resilience’, and will serve as one of the first few chapters from this book, ‘The Rise Of The Queen’. Corinna I look at the window to check if the coast is clear before I go to the bathroom to do this test. When I hear Elijah’s and Flora’s laughter as they tend to the animals, I decide it’s now or never. I grab a bottle of water on my way to the bathroom, taking chugs as I walk to fill up my bladder faster.

Elena whispered breathlessly. But the voices only laughed. At the end of the dark corridor— a door stood slightly open. Black smoke curled slowly from inside the room. Elena froze. The air itself felt wrong here. Heavy. Rotting. Alive. Another violent crash sounded from inside. Then Roberto’s voice growled hoarsely: “Get away from me.” Elena pushed the door open immediately. And stopped breathing. Shadow creatures crawled across the walls. Not fully human. Not fully spirit. Dark distorted figures twisted unnaturally around the room while candles burned blood-red.

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.

Her smile slightly widened bringing out her phone. At least look on the bright side, she knows the author is a female. With this thought and sudden love for the book, Rosella immediately began to search on the novel related app for this particular author to see if she had written any other book asides Contractual Marriage, she was about to tap on something when her gaze suddenly landed on Kingston.

Coral had been sitting on it that day in a valuable designer’s dress, gracefully swaying around, surfing on her cell phone in hand. Tired of hearing her cry, Coral hooked her finger and commanded the bodyguards to drag her nearer, kicking her in the jaw with the sharp tip of her priceless shoe. "Heloise, I wouldn't have wanted you to take you to defend me from the disaster so early, but you shouldn’t let Darnell fall in love with you and hand you those love letters, confessing his love for you, and pursuing you desperately." Coral spoke languidly. "Look at your own face. Is every man infatuated with you because of your excessively seductive face, which is just superficially innocent？"

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu