Hope Chest Aurora Novels & Stories

This doubt didn’t pass Aurora but she didn’t want to push it either. ‘So where are we going to', she requested. ‘Technically, we would end up in some places but for a first I am driving you around town, showing you key places’, he responded. Aurora was excited, though she was sure she had been to some of the places but she didn’t mind experiencing it anew. They took a road trip a bit out of town, towards the hills which was hovering around the city. Aurora had always wanted a sight of the city from the top of the hills but she didn’t want to go alone, and sharing this experience with Neville pleased her a lot. The highest of the hill had built up road that lead to the peak, it was an active

She muttered, fidgeting with her fingers as she trailed behind the blonde. Louisa suddenly stopped, digging into her pockets and fishing out a black key, "I know," She slipped the key into the lock and twisted it before pulling the car door open, "But I'm doing it anyways. Get in." Aurora threw a wary glance at the deadbeat vehicle, it was a Mustang and she couldn't exactly tell if it was supposed to be red or maroon in colour. Asides that, the paint was peeling and the bumper was a little off looking, plus it didn't have one of the side mirrors.

That was the time she felt she could finally breathe, Malcolm made her feel so uncomfortable but it was in a funny way. “What the hell just happened?” Aura muttered under her breath as she unknowingly touched her chest. “I am waiting” she heard his voice from outside and she scurried into her room, the incident with Bigfoot was already at the back of her head. When Aurora came out a bit later, he was already dressed and leaning on his car lazily waiting for her. “Ready?” He asked when he saw her. “Hmm”Aurora nodded looking down, purposely avoiding his gaze.

THOMPSON CORPORATION— 9AM. The Rolls Royce screeched at a halt in front of a massive building, Thompson corporation written in Gold bold letters. The bodyguards stepped out and stood in two parted lines in front of the building’s entrance. The chauffeur came down and opened the door for Aurora who stepped down with an aura of elegance and power. She was on a black plain—fitted corporate dress and a black stiletto heels and a black purse, a nude shade of lipstick applied perfectly on her lips.

Aurora inclined her head and raised her eyebrows. The shopkeeper laid his finger on the side of his nose. He reached for a different box. "I have just the thing." ————————- Aurora left the shop with her gifts tucked away beneath her cloak. Her hood was pulled tightly around her head, which limited her field of vision. Almost immediately she ran into a mountain of a man blocking her path. She tried to walk around him and he held out his arm to stop her. "Give me your valuables," he said.

The Aurora lived up to its name. It wasn't just a jet; it was a sub-orbital transport designed for rapid deployment. At Mach 3, the ruins of New York were left behind in minutes. The silence in the cabin was heavy. Marcus had woken up. He sat on the floor, pale and sweating, drinking water from a canteen. The further they got from the city, the less the "signal" hurt him. "We lost everything," Marcus rumbled, looking out the small porthole at the dark ocean below. "Ironhaven. The Pack. The city."

Aside from that, an important person has arrived at the scene. With that familiar black Porsche, with the distinct gold linings, they knew all too well who the car belonged to. “It's her. She’s here.” the crowd whispered to each other, while some were screaming her name. “Auria! Auria I’m a huge fan! Auria I love you!” The crowd then bursted into screams and shouts as the woman got out of her car. Her brunette hair was flowing as the air blew past them all, and her captivating red eyes were sure to mesmerise anyone who looked at them. She whipped her head from the crowd and into the crime scene. Noticing the police tape surrounding the whole place, she expected the worst.

The lobby was marble, silent, and smelled of wood polish and wealth. She was a stain on its perfection. She walked to the polished brass gate that guarded the vaults, her cheap sneakers squeaking on the marble. A man in a perfect suit looked up, his expression one of polite disdain. "Can I help you?" He saw the gray hoodie, the rain-damp hair, the cheap sweatpants. He saw a problem. Aurora pulled back her hood. She did not show him her face. She showed him the key. She held out the small, silver safe deposit box key, the one she’d tied on a string around her neck.

CHAPTER 2 *AURORA* "I need a job," He chuckled. "What? Why should I give you a job?" "Cause, you hit me with your car. You certainly don't want this news to come out on social media, it will ruin your reputation mister," I gave him a faux smile. "Aurora, are you OK?" Sophie said running into the room. "I thought you are supposed to be in work," "I asked for permission to leave when you called me,"

Aurora slowly opened her eyes, and as soon as she saw what was in front of her, her jaw dropped and her eyes popped wide open. ‘A private helicopter?!’ She yelled in her head. “Arthur.” She called in awe, and he chuckled. “I thought why go by road when we can be in the air and feed our eyes with the beauty of Louisiana at night? This isn’t the main surprise though.” Arthur uttered boastfully. Aurora broke into laughter and wrapped her arms around him in excitement. “Thank you, baby.” She uttered, and Arthur lifted her from the ground and swirled, making her laugh even harder.