Coraline Graphic Novels & Stories

I bit my lip hard, trying to focus on the pain, on anything except the steady vibration traveling through my lower body and the heat of his hand. He worked slowly, methodically… far more carefully than his attitude suggested. Each line of the moon, each delicate vine, was drawn with precision. But his commentary never stopped. Low, degrading murmurs about how ridiculous the design looked on someone like me, how I was clearly faking this whole edgy phase. By the time he’d finished most of the outline, I was a mess. Sweating lightly, thighs slick, nipples tight against my bra. The fresh ink burned like fire, but every shift of my hips sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through me.

Gloria began crying almost instantly. "Why would you ever want to get rid of such a beautiful gift?!" Gloria reached a hand toward it, asking permission with her eyes. Coral nodded once. Gloria ran her hands over her tail, gasping softly. Coral looked away with pink cheeks while unconsciously playing with the scales at the top of her waist. "I don't want to get rid of it forever." Gloria's lips pursed.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

I chuckled back but what it meant was about how Coraline said he's cool. "Ah, haha! Yes, he's from the next town but he's on his way back now," I answered and pushed Mezakiel. "I didn't even introduce myself to her---hey!" He tried to stop me and he waved at Coraline with a smirk. "M-My name is Mezakiel Art Soren!" Coraline giggled and waved her hand at him. What's with that smile of hers? She's really entertained by Mezakiel just because he looked cool on her eyes.

and truly she was right. coraline left the garden and went into the house so she could go up to the highest balcony and stare at the sunset like she did each day since she could remember... it was indeed a breathtaking sight that made her angry... but she enjoyed staring at it because it felt like a motivation to her... she wanted to know how gloomy the skin would be when she finally got what she wanted... she loved the Winter because the sun would be covered most time... "beautiful..." She muttered under her breath as she stared at the sun and gwen who knew exactly where she was going to be joined her a while later

Never been properly ravished. Everything about her looked pure, untouched. But the things she said, the things that came out of her mouth, were downright foul. I tapped on the rewind button but it went too far back and Georgina was suddenly on the black and white screen, strutting around my home like she owned the place. Anger surged within me so fast the heat of it raised my body temperature, fingers white-knuckling the edge of my desk in renewed ire. Coraline had let that donnaccia in and she had immediately headed for my bedroom, stripping herself naked and lying between the sheets to take pictures of herself in erotic poses. I was sure she had sent them to me, having not realized she was