Coraline Novel Novels & Stories

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

Coral was speechless. She could only watch as her blood began to flow out. Even though she could feel that she was slowly losing consciousness, the regret in her heart did not dissipate at all. Why did she have to act so heavy handedly towards Sabrina? In the end, it even cost her her life. It didn’t take long for Coral to die from the blood loss. Ironically, she met her end at the dance hall that she herself had opened and designed for men at the top of various industries.

Gabriel neither confirms nor denies seeing Daphne, though a few of the people who are brave enough to walk up to us react as though they know who I’m talking about. “So, you know her,” I say. “Where is she?” “That is the sorceress Coraline to tell, not us,” a small older woman says. Damon looks at the woman. “Coraline?” “Do you know who that is?” I ask. He doesn’t answer me but instead asks the woman, “What does she look like?” “Violet hair, grey eyes,” she says. I still don’t know what’s going on, but Damon’s eyes go wide. He starts to say something but then stops when another woman walks by with a basket full of herbs. He runs up to her and sniffs it. “What is this?” he demands.

I felt glass hit my skin and I smelled blood, Coral growled. I winced as it seemed like I twisted my ankle, and Coral got busy trying to heal us. When I looked down at my hand, it was on the book. I grabbed it and struggled to my feet. “I have it, now what,” I shouted, as Katrina’s hand landed on my arm again. I saw her holding the large heavy book from the display. *The boy! Something about the boy I think, find that page,* Coral yelled. I was nearly afraid to open the book, what if the pages ripped out in the wind?

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

The fact they were extremely wealthy and powerful didn't help either. Coral wanted to tuck tail and run back into the house as quickly as she could. She looked like she had been working the late shift at a strip joint. She caught her reflection in the window pane of the french doors that led to the patio when she had first came out to find Lev. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge of her knowing if she turned around and went back inside of the house both men would probably think she was scared, or being difficult. She didn't want them to have that impression of her, so she walked forward with as much confidence as one could muster when they were wearing a man’s denim shirt, white th

“I am fine now. What are you doing here, anyway?” “I am here to submit my project to Mrs. Griffin.” “For the Marine house project? Damn, you completed it already?” “Yeah. Alright, so I'll get going now. See you later” Coral says and with a smile, she brushes past him. Coral does not expect to see Shane today, or nowhere on campus at all. He looks back and finds him staring at her. That makes her a bit uncomfortable. After submitting her work, Coral goes to the library to get herself a few books she requires. She smiles at Mrs. Patricia Nelson who is the librarian and has a little chat with her. “No holidays?”

I braced myself for the cold, dismissive insult, the icy glare, or the effortless way she would tell her guards to throw me back onto the pavement. But nothing happened. Cora just stood there on the bottom step, staring directly at me. Her hazel eyes looked strange—glazed, completely unfocused, and wide with a blank, hollow stare that didn't even seem to register my presence. She didn't look angry. She didn't look triumphant. She didn't speak a single, solitary word to me. She was just staring right through me, her small hand slowly releasing its grip on the stone guardrail, her fingers trembling violently against the fabric of her midnight-blue gown.

"Is that what we call a hostile takeover these days? 'Change'?" He fell into step beside me, but not too close. He was maintaining a strict perimeter, a bodyguard’s distance. But I could feel the heat radiating off him, a magnetic pull that made the hair on my arms stand up. We walked through the waking castle. The corridors were like arteries, carrying the flow of servants and guards who stopped and stared as we passed. I kept my chin up, my expression bored, but inside, my heart was hammering. Every shadow looked like a hiding place for Prince Cian. Every torchlight cast a monster on the wall.

Total, heavy silence. The only sounds were Rosa's muffled sobs and Marco's labored breathing. Dante's expression changed from one of fury to horror, then disbelief. He stared at me like I was some stranger. Three minutes ticked by. The ping from Swisswell Bank cut through the quiet like a knife. [Your account has been credited with 50,000,000 USD.] I signed my name with a flourish, then tossed the contract onto Marco's shocked mug. "A bad girl and her lackey, bound for eternity. May your wedding tomorrow be as cheery as a wake."