Coraline Novel Novels & Stories

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？"

CORALINA'S POV The coastal villa is a beautiful, salt-sprayed prison. Outside, the Atlantic is a churning abyss of slate and foam, but inside, the air is thick enough to drown in. I move through the rooms like a ghost haunting my own life, my bare feet silent on the cold flagstone floors.

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.

Repulsive. “Think about it, Nathan,” Coral said softly, her voice low and persuasive. “She had the perfect opportunity. She was with him every day. She could have easily slipped something into his drink and made it look like his illness got worse. She wanted the power that comes with being Luna, and she was willing to do anything to get it.” “That’s a lie!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the pressure. “I didn’t kill him! Coral is lying, Nathan, please, you have to believe me!”

I’m fully aware that I was doing everything the wrong way—I shouldn’t have let her into this place, I shouldn’t be feeding her and letting her under my skin—but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Hell, I deserve a single day to indulge in my own ignorance, especially after the bomb that was dropped on me yesterday. Elena is a nobody called Rose. The thought had me dropping my cutlery onto the plate with a loud clack, the appetite I’d managed to find vanishing in an instant. “I left enough fwah whew.” I raised my head up at the muffled, distorted sound. Corinne was staring at me, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel, mid-chew with a mouth full of whatever. She quickly chewed and scrambled to

This woman is so bloody perfect that I'm losing myself further and further into her. She's panting. Her chest is heaving. I want to make it a goal here to make her to make her lose her goddamn mind. I make the calculated decision to remove a hand from her and her eyes immediately shoot open and she whimpers. She seems disappointed, but I swear I have good intentions here. In fact, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean with her watching. A soft moan escapes her lips. She tastes so fucking good that I'm officially a goddamn goner. I want nobody else. Cora is officially absolutely everything I'll ever need.

something stunch and rich, like roses drowned in whiskey. She wrapped her arms around him, blowing kisses the way rich people do it in movies. My stomach turned. “Garnet,” Corian said with nothing but a clipped smile. At least he wasn’t letting her crawl all over him like he let Shawny. “We’ve missed you around here.” she cooed, “You’ve been scarce as rain in July.” She laughed softly, leaning in closer. “Don’t tell me I’ve been replaced.” “I am on a break.” Corian returned flatly.

--- I extract the fragment in forty minutes. It is easier than Cael. Not easy — easier. The power from the coronation has more dexterity now, more precision, like a hand learning to hold something small without crushing it. I find the fragment, I feel its edges, I pull carefully and steadily and when it tries to flee I am ready for it. I contain it.