Corinne Michaels Books Novels & Stories

REIGN I gazed at Cora as she struggled to come up with an answer to my question. I found myself mesmerized by the way her long and velvety lashes moved up and down while she blinked. Her brows were thick but shaped like the crescent moon. Her eyes were like pools of deep enchanting hazel, reflecting warmth and mystery. Her lips, a shade of delicate rich pink, ignited the fire within me, making me want to taste them all over again. The contours of her face were gracefully sculpted, with a gentle curve of a smile that added an extra layer of allure, creating a captivating blend of elegance and charm.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Corinne's composure crumbled slightly, exhaustion and something like relief tangling together in her expression. "I wondered if I'd ever have to explain this," she said quietly. "I hoped I'd have more time to actually finish the work before anyone found it." "Then explain now," Lucien said, not unkindly, though the tension in his voice made clear how much weight this conversation carried. Corinne drew a slow breath, gathering herself despite the exhaustion still evident in every line of her posture. "Five years ago, shortly after Caleb's marriage to you began," she said, looking at me, "I discovered fragments of Cornelius's original research hidden among my mother's belongings after she pass

“With a dash of milk; just how you like it.” I smiled at both. Flynn is training to become the next Alpha. Corinne always wanted to be a gamma. She already started her training, and she is pretty good. Before I left for college, I would often train with her as well. She was a good opponent and learned quickly. “Thank you,” I say to them. They both crawl onto each side of my bed, tucking themselves under the covers. “Who do you think tried to poison you?” Corinne asked.

“We’re not dragging another person into this mess.” Part of me wanted to believe the story about Maya breaching the Pentagon was just another absurd exaggerated rumor. But when Corinne had been so open about the rest of her history with Nathan yesterday, she’d clammed shut at the brief mention of her sister and that told me everything I needed to know. The fear in her eyes hadn’t only been for herself—it was for her blood. If Corinne wanted her sister kept in the dark, then that was exactly where she’d stay. Isaac’s voice broke through my thoughts again. “But if she can help, we should at least consider— ”

"I know. Been dead eleven years now, according to the obituary Margaux had printed up. I used to babysit you, sweetheart. You wouldn't remember. You were barely five." Sienna's knees buckled, and I caught her, held her upright while she stared at a woman who existed in some soft corner of her memory as a comforting blur from early childhood, a woman this family had murdered on paper while keeping her alive in a locked room for over a decade. "Sienna." A different voice, sharper, cutting straight through the shock and I turned to find Corinne pushing herself up off a cot near the far wall. Thinner than she'd been in Geneva, a fresh bruise darkening one cheekbone, but her eyes were exactly as

“Fine. I’ll be there. But we’re square after this.” “I can always trust you, Corian.” Her voice was sweet and smug and she let it hang in the air for a second. I already knew what she’d say next. “Bring Victoria… she loves the Rig.” I let out a stiff laugh. The kind that didn’t sound amused. Hell no. Victoria and Angelique could be sisters. Insatiable. Greedy. Manipulative. But one of them just works for what she wants. The other expects it handed to her, wrapped up with a bow.

Micah allowed her maid's words to sink deep into her subconsciousness before finally pushing away her thoughts. "I can't help but feel a spur of bad energy whenever I come across her. But everyone is so entangled by her beauty, they are simply too blinded to notice anything suspicious." Micah said, then shifted her gaze to the book in front of her. She glanced at the book, which had drawings of different types of snakes and their species. She flipped the pages, and hours passed by as she continued to read, the breeze from the open windows she was seated close to making the night seem long.

Coraline's POV My body stiffened as Elijah came closer and stood between Jeremy and I, his gaze shifting from me to Jeremy. Before I could decide an answer that would be pleasing to everyone, Jeremy opened his big mouth and sputtered out the truth. "I invited Coraline out on Saturday to go the bookstore with me and she agreed. Her favorite author, Maisie Jordans is in town for a book signing." Elijah's expression turned from angry to icy, he grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together.

Chapter 1: The Brief Margaux Delacroix had been managing her public narrative for thirty years. Corin could see it in the first meeting, in the way she sat with her back fully supported and her hands still on the table, the practiced posture of someone who had spent three decades in rooms where physical stillness signaled control. She was fifty and she carried it the way certain people carried authority, not heavily but completely. She’d asked for a recommendation from Corin’s agent and gotten one. She’d read two of Corin’s ghostwritten books, both political memoirs, and she’d made her assessment.