Coria Movie Novels & Stories

"Just let them be safe. I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to them..." Fighting the soul-tearing pain, he rushed into the security room with his Beta guards. On the screen, Cora was covered in blood. She was swinging a scalpel with pure desperation. She looked like a cornered mother wolf, fighting off the paparazzi to protect the gurney behind her. Watching this, Gideon felt his soul being shredded to pieces. "Where's the rest of the footage? Switch to the next intersection!" he barked, his eyes blazing red.

Opposable thumbs would at least be nice. I’m jolted out of my haze of arousal when Cora knocks way harder than necessary on the door. When she comes in, I finally get the… privilege?... of meeting her in the flesh. She’s surrounded by the acrid scent of lies– she must be such an accomplished actress in her everyday life that it’s a permanent part of her now. She’s pretty, of course– in a bland, blonde, willowy kind of way. She has the kind of face you’d see a dozen of trying to catch a big break on Broadway or in Hollywood. There’s no character to her face or figure except the stubborn set of her chin and an almost malevolent look of ambition to her eye. Cora isn’t a woman so much as a shark