Coraline Font Novels & Stories

“Nothing is too bold for this family. Nothing.” We laughed together then, surprising both of us, the sound ringing through the refined quiet of the shop. I shook my head, still startled by how easy it felt. We debated fonts for what seemed like hours, moving from one sample to the next. She loved a sweeping, elaborate script that looked like it belonged in an illuminated manuscript, while I argued for something sharper, cleaner, with a flourish but still legible in dim candlelight. Eventually we compromised, choosing a modern script with Roman capital influences, elegant but not illegible, dramatic but not gaudy.

ENGAGEMENT EVENING Coralline's pov I wore the dress and heels Damon got for me and combed my brown curls down. I put on a light make up and stared at the mirror smiling. It was an off shoulder dress and it brought out all my curves. I twirled in front of the mirror and gigled. I didn't notice Damon was behind me until he wrapped his hands around my waist. 'You look really beautiful wifey' he said breathing against my neck

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？"

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.

Coraline pleaded, doing a spell to look like Selina again. Scarlet laughed. "I'm not falling for that shit again." Coraline choked as the chains got tighter and tighter around her neck while the darkness was like a cloud around her. She felt great fear, like she had never felt before. "And this is for Horatio and our pack." Coraline rose high in the air, raising above the tallest tree. Scarlet closed her eyes as tears slid down Coraline's face. She pulled at the chain, causing Coraline's body to dissolve into nothing.

whispered Frank in Coralis’s ear. “Don’t worry about it. I guess it’s elemental related?” said Coralis, turning her head slightly toward him, so their cheeks were touching. “Yes, I’ve had some help from Vic, I’ll admit.” “Sorry to disturb you, lovebirds, we did get you something,” said Louis, handing Coralis a heavy box as big as a phone book. “Oh, thank you!” Coralis grabbed the box and unwrapped it. Inside the box was a thick reference manual about gas molecules and elements. She took the book out of the box and opened it, turning some pages.

The color in both of their eyes had turned black. "I Coraline Paglione, pledge my life and my soul to you, Alpha Anthony Paglione." Three gasps sounded in the room as she stared at the man who had raised her. "That's daddy's good girl," he whispered back.

But I manage it when she reappears with a checkbook. “Who do I make out the check to?” Coraline asks, her pen in hand. “The Swallowpox Foundation,” I say quickly. She nods and begins to write. “Your cottage is lovely,” I begin, trying to stall her a little while Delphnie chants again. “Why, thank you, dear,” she says, still writing. “I like it quite a bit myself.” “It’s quiet here.” I reach into my pocket and grab hold of the spray bottle.

Her gaze went straight to Coral. “This just arrived.” She stepped forward and offered it. Coral took the letter, her fingers tightening around it as though she already feared what it might contain. “Who sent it?” she asked, her voice quieter now. “A footman delivered it,” the maid replied. “He did not say from whom.” A flicker of unease passed over Coral’s face. She hesitated. Then, slowly, she broke the seal. Her eyes scanned the page and her expression changed. “It’s…” she swallowed lightly, her grip tightening. “It’s addressed to Darrell.”

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.