Coraline Drawing Novels & Stories

He held out a rolled piece of paper, tied with a red ribbon that was slightly crumpled as though it had been tied by someone still learning to tie things with precision. She looked at it. She looked at George. He was already looking at her. She untied the ribbon. She unrolled the paper. A drawing. Crayon. A man in the middle — taller, dark-haired, smiling with the specific crayon smile of someone whose artist has studied them. A woman on the left — dark hair, a purple coat that Kristine had worn last week. And a small girl on the right with her father's eyes, which Lily had rendered in blue crayon with considerable care.

Coral was already making my skin itch, the telltale sign she’s ready and not taking no for an answer. “Sure I just need a robe,” I said, turning toward her. I blinked and we were in a bedroom, hers? It was yellow like her cute dress, and there was an insane amount of artwork on the walls. Bright and colorful, and I actually recognized one as Salvador Dali. Kind of hard to forget naked women posing to form a skull but it was intriguing no less. “Here you go. You can change in there,” she offered, handing me a pretty lavender colored robe with white flowers.

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.

Each step takes me temporarily away from Declan, but I can feel his eyes burning into my back. Claire’s room is a universe apart from the rest of the somber house. Walls covered in glow-in-the-dark stars, shelves crammed with books and stuffed animals, and an entire wall dedicated to drawings taped up with adhesive tape. “This is the mural,” she announces proudly, pulling me toward the wall. “Each drawing is a day I waited for you to come back.” My heart stops. There are hundreds of drawings. Childish strokes showing a dark-haired woman, a tattooed man, and a little blonde girl between them. In some we’re at a beach, in others at a park; many show this very house that I barely know.

“I drawed this for Miwella!” Mirella leaned closer, her eyes wide. “Wow!” she exclaimed with theatrical awe, taking the drawing. It was a bit scribbled, with lines overlapping and colors outside the borders. But amidst the wild pinks and greens, was clearly a giant flower with a happy sun in the corner. “This is a really pretty drawing,” Kaliyah added sincerely, smiling at Lani. The little girl beamed and swayed from side to side proudly. Then she tilted her head, staring up at Kaliyah.

The fabric is crisp, expensive, and feels like a straitjacket against the restless energy of my wolf. ​Beside me, Coralina looks like a vision of cold, structured power. She is wearing a tailored suit the color of midnight, her hair swept back to reveal the mark on her neck. It doesn't glow in this light, but I can feel it humming, a low-frequency vibration that matches the steady, rhythmic beat of my own heart.

Once they all returned to Vito’s home after the funeral, Coraline excused herself in order to get some sleep. Due to the havoc the miscarriage was having on her body, she felt more drained than ever. After making sure she was okay in bed, Vito walks down the stairs to find Jayden in the kitchen pulling the tie from around his neck.

Tanner said as he entwined his fingers with mine, and we walked into the school. "Mommy, Daddy look!" Cora cried as she held up a picture she had drawn of all of us together playing with a puppy. "The kids were all asked to draw pictures of something they wanted but didn't have. Cora is quite the artist, as you can see. She had the best drawing out of the whole class. I can say this now because all the other kids and parents are gone; Cora's drawing is almost perfect, whereas the other kids mainly scribbled. She is well beyond her years. She's a bright and talented young girl. You both should help her strengthen her artistic abilities; they will get her far someday, " Mrs. Miller said as she