Coraline Novel Novels & Stories

The word three flew out of his mouth… and Arthur, Lilah, and I yelled 'family' while baby Theodore began to wail. Our faces were a mess, but we still look wonderful in the image because we are happy... FAMILY!. *NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR!. Hi, guys! This is where we say farewell to Cornelia and Arthur love tale. I just want to express that writing this work has been a pleasure. I came up with the novel concept in February 2021, and it simply stayed in my thoughts until I finally decided to put it down since Cornelia kept giving me ideas. 'Hahaha'. This tale teaches the importance of believing in oneself, just as Cornelia believes she will have a miracle pr perhaps she would be given an happy deat

* *I love him, first and last. Inside the silk pouch was a long necklace. The pendant was a delicate, oval-shaped miniature portrait of a seventeen-year-old Natalie, turning sideways and smiling, radiating compelling youthfulness. Gazing at the portrait for a long time and savoring the words in the letter, Lin Yilan suddenly felt a trace of unease. Faced with an inescapable predicament, what on earth was Natalie planning to do? --- The Research Center remained brightly lit and orderly. Casey was very happy about her visit, talking non-stop in high spirits.

Marceline’s POV I stood quietly at the edge of the beach, staring at the dark waves rolling in and out like my thoughts — restless, endless, and loud. The wind brushed against my face, lifting strands of my hair, and the scent of salt filled my lungs. Yet, I felt nothing. My heart was still heavy from what had just happened at Dominic’s house. "Divorce him… I love you. I want you for myself." I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. It was supposed to be a simple visit — a normal visit that would help me relax and forget about Philip and the news of Anastasia’s pregnancy. But instead, I had walked straight into a storm I wasn’t prepared for.

"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?"

The last notes of the birthday song still hung in the air when my best friend dropped a bombshell. "Our very own heartthrob has gone all out to show his devotion to Yasmine with a surprise gift—the Peterson Group's legendary heirloom pearl bracelet!" The word 'heirloom' sent a ripple of excitement through my friends, who started whooping and hollering. I was buzzing with a different kind of excitement, not like the joy I felt in my previous life. Gazing at the softly glowing pearl bracelet, my hands balled into fists as the truth hit me—I had a second chance at life.

He went to his room, trying to erase every thought from his head and to calm his rising monster. "Just the mere sight of her can kill me." He muttered breathlessly. All the while at the pool, Cora wasn't feeling at peace. Her entire body wasn't at rest. Her system yearned for Dante. She had never felt that way ever since her divorce. Not even the man she was once married to made her lose focus like Dante had. "Well, fuck it!" She got out of the pool and changed into her original clothes. Thinking about it, the cloth she had put on looked kinda skimpy. She didn't think about it until then. But then again, she didn't have anything else to wear.

Cora had nothing to lose if she decided to stay back, and there was no way they could reach out to her as she was in a totally different dimension. *.* Cora rose the necklace very above her head and smashed it on the floor with all the strength she had in her as it shattered on the floor with a great sound. Cole watched these in astonishment as surprisingly, the broken seashell emitted lights and there were some writings on the wall. Cora furrowed her brows, staring at the writing that she didn't understand, then she started pronouncing them out.

said Sir Geswer, kissing her hand; “for I have great need of consolation.” “I know, I know,” repeated the young lady; “I am an orphan myself.” Here a small tear rolled down from her eyelid and stopped at the down on her lip. Sir Geswer looked on that tear, on the mouth slightly shaded, and said, “You are as kind as a real angel; I feel comforted already.” Corinna smiled sweetly: “May God reward you!” “As God is dear to me.” The little knight felt meanwhile that if he should kiss her hand a second time, it would comfort him still more; but at that moment his sister appeared.

The dizziness hadn’t fully left my body. Before I could move, the hall door opened. A familiar girl walked in. But her eyes were not warm anymore. Cold. Sharp. Hidden behind a mask of politeness. Her gaze swept over me from head to toe. Then stopped at my bare neck. "Good morning... Luna." She said it like it tasted bitter. Heat rushed to my cheeks again under her stare. I took a slow breath and said, "Call me Corinne." She didn’t argue. Didn’t agree either. Just a short, empty nod.

A lock on the front. She pulled out the key. Her hands were already warm. She put the key in the lock and turned it. The box opened. Inside wrapped in cloth folded with careful deliberate hands was a book. Small. Dark cover. Worn smooth at the corners from hands that had held it often. The same symbol from the necklace stamped into the leather. She lifted it out. Opened it. The first page had one line written at the top. Third of March. Grimwall is colder than I expected.