Coraline Umbrella Novels & Stories

She pointed to a rack at the end of the counter. Three rows of the implements stood like tube sponges, in all different colors and patterns. Some had spots, others swirls, others were solid colors. If Humans were so fond of colorful things, why weren’t they more concerned with maintaining coral reefs? Exactly the reason she was here. And why she needed the notebook. Angel selected a green and blue pen that reminded her of Atlantian waters. “This one will do. And, actu-ally,” she selected a second pen and another book, “I’ll take two.”

My heart started to pound as I shoved people out of my way moving farther down to the womens door. “STELLA!” I tried again. Nothing still. Fuck. Collin was right behind me, wondering the threat. “Trevor! Bathroom!” Coraline came busting out of the womens bathroom, panic across her face. I ran past her, slamming my body into the swinging door into the restroom to see Stella in the corner, her fangs out, holding a man at arms length away from her. He was big and he was trying to paw at her dress.

Octo Marie was hit twice, Octo Marie enraged looked at me and see what weapon I was using and to her shock, I using her Splat Charger. “No way he’s using my Splat Charger, but why” said Octo Marie, “ignore it for now I can’t believe that, Inkcanius rescued Callie, Mankey Tails and Thorn Rose. Anyway focus on our objective, stopping Inkcanius” said Corona over the headset.

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.

Cora leaned against the weathered wooden doorframe. The alcohol made the lanterns along the cobblestone path blur into soft halos of light. She reached out to catch raindrops from the eaves. The cold water shocked her fingertips. Suddenly, an orange wall lamp lit up around the corner. A gate covered in climbing roses stood slightly open. A small sign reading 'Rain Listening Courtyard' hung above the entrance, gleaming from the rain. Cora stumbled through the gate. She heard the sound of dishes clinking from behind some hydrangea bushes.

The clouds had started to thicken, and the thunder had started to roar like a hungry lion cornering its prey. "Don’t you guys think you need to take an umbrella?" "You are right; thanks, Claire. These clouds look dark and thick so that it might rain." Angela walked over to the kitchen corner where they had always left umbrellas. She picked up the umbrella when she saw a pendant under the umbrella, "this belongs to mom. Why is it still here," the pendant was a silver heart engraved with a rose. When Nicole called her, Angela was about to open it up, "it's starting to rain; we need to get to the car."

I didn’t know about my immunity to any other Incubus, but I had zero immunity when it came to Lancelin. The elevator doors opened at the roof and Lancelin stepped out to make way for me. “This is what is on the roof. Welcome to my secret heaven.” A gasp escaped my lips at the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. The entire roof was a sprawling rose garden, all of them red. The moon shore bright in the night sky, its brightness almost eclipsed by the illumination of the numerous high rises around us, but it still cast a silvery hue of the blood red petals. Several fairy lights were strung along the side of the building and on the floor that was a curved pathway leading to a large gazebo righ

Mabel growled as she examined her nails. Oh she desperately needed a manicure, Cora thought as she looked at her perfect nails that had been painted in a pretty shell pink colour. She had taken extra effort to look extra good. Her hair was as fresh from the salon as it could be and there were golden highlights in her blonde wavy hair. She had worn one of her best outfits, a pretty short shimmering yellow dress that barely reached her knees and she had quickly regretted it, the steps here were higher. Not to mention the utter lack of attention she was getting from her revealing clothes. Fashion seemed to be a few years backward in Avalon.

I looked towards the dressing room when it opened, gasping at Coral's appearance. The dress was a dark blue and it hung off her shoulders, clinging to her arms to hold itself up. Her cleavage was prominent, it was tight around her chest and torso. When it neared her legs, it flowed out and touched the ground behind her. On her left leg, all the way up to her mid-thigh sat a long slit. Her feet were being held by silver heels that wrapped around her heel and toes, the color matching the clutch in her hands. Her orange waves were left simply on her shoulders, the bright color on the dark color making them both pop. "Look at you!" Mom says with a radiant smile while embracing her. I saw Julia d

I tipped my head towards the boxes in my head and realization filled her eyes. "Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, I left you alone to carry all the gifts. I'll just take them from you." I shook my head, " There's no need, you shouldn't be carrying anything heavy while you're pregnant." Coraline rolled her eyes, " I'm barely three months pregnant. I think I'm capable of carrying a box containing books and a jewelry box." She stretched her hands to collect the box but I moved away not giving her the chance to take it away from me.