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Jill also showed Coral a lot of mesmerising creatures but it was the mermaids that would draw her attention. Coral’s dream since that moment was to become a mermaid and live in the vast endless ocean. What the two of them and even Charles did not realise however was that the real world they saw that they loved was actually movies and TV. Jill and Charles had not hacked into any real government tech at this point. It was merely TV stations and movies. Coral had given up her dream after Mary died thinking it would never happen and she couldn’t be more thrilled to finally have this opportunity.

She maintained her resistance for hours, but finally, exhausted, she succumbed to sleep with her baby and Coraline. During the night, in a web of dreams, the truth began to become clear in his mind. Memories surfaced between sleep and wakefulness, revealing the cruel reality of his relationship with his family. She clearly remembered that her mother mistreated her for not giving in to Roberto's wishes, for not bending to his demands. Also, it came to her mind that Coraline was not Roberto's daughter and that, during the previous confrontation, her daughter had run away when she discovered a dark secret that her family was hiding from her about the girl's father, although she could not rememb

“Oh honey, I have been in this field for a long time. Your sudden glowy face, the blush, and your creased dress. It tells it all.” Damn! How can she guess that just by looking at her face? “Please, don't tell anyone. Please, please?” Coral begs her aunt. If anyone knows that she slept with someone else, her parents will wed her off the next moment to Lucian. “Fine” Emily sighs, done with teasing her niece. “But is it your blonde boyfriend?” “Yes, yes” Coral lies. It will be best if she thinks it was him. Her aunt is the one who knows about her relationship in the family. And it isn't because Coral can trust her or anything, it is because her aunt is too good at poking her nose in her busines

The title of the chapter reads CORAL’S BEGINNING, and I settle back to read. Coral Aileen Kensworth, born on the 4th of August 1420. Daughter to the late Crown Prince Kent Kensworth and Crown Princess Victoria Kensworth, and granddaughter to the late King of England. King Edward Lucas Kensworth. She was once engaged to be married to a Duke’s son, Ronald Lockhart, but the engagement was broken off after her disguised death at sea. Coral formed elemental society by recruiting 40 young conjurers after travelling through Europe with her beloved husband, a young lad who was her most trusted confidant, and her loyal maid. Knight Nicholai Vent, Coral’s husband was the first person she met and recru

Stella walked towards her and sat beside her. "I'm sorry coral please take heart and be strong! I believe that This is all a lie! I mean you can't do something like that can you? Trying to replace someone else's child as your own. it can't be true because I know how those bloggers could just jump up to a conclusion before knowing what was wrong. "Are you here to laugh at me or to mock me? Mrs coral questions her, facing her at the moment as she scoffs. "That isn't what I mean ma'am!" I'm just trying to conclude Something here.

However, it was always considered a laughing matter. "Your grade is perfect. Is it still less?" wonder Crystall. "What about telling a story? Yesterday, I heard you tell Celine something to broaden her imagination," offer Noel. "Woah. You meant to? You think I bribed the professor to get good grades?" Celine is annoyed. Noel shuddered unconsciously, leaning against his chair, "It's possible." "Well, I'll tell you a story that inspired Celine's painting," Crystall took the book out of her purse and looked one by one at her students, especially Noel, "This story is about a mermaid, and a handsome man who found her in a coral cave."

Coralis was fascinated, but she was still processing the idea that not only she wasn’t human, but that there were a lot of other creatures who also turned out to be real and would be going to school with her. When they arrived at school, Coralis couldn’t believe what she saw: it looked like a castle coming out of one of those children’s fairy tales. “I guess I should have expected something like that. If I am real, and flying buses are real, then a lot of what there’s in these bedtime stories must also be real. Makes sense I guess,” she thought.

“If I don’t let you go, you already won’t be able to get a single cent from me. Furthermore, I’ll even be able to make a fortune for myself by exploiting you. To be honest, Sabrina, I’ve seen many girls who sell off their bodies. However, from just a single glance, anyone can tell that they’re cheap and dirty. You’re completely different from them. Though Miss Lynn told me that you were a prostitute too, your experience living in the big city must have given you a special charm. And you’re quite beautiful too. My dear cousin, you are a valuable asset to me, I’ll be able to make a fortune out of you. Haha!" Coral’s ruthless laugh echoed in the car. Unbeknownst to Sabrina, there was actually a

" Coraline said... She was no fool and had lived long enough to know that she couldn't trust people easily... you had to study them and check what they had to gain.. like gwen... she had nothing to lose if she helped them... she also had nothing to gain... maybe she had a bit to gain, but she could simply just leave for her kingdom and pretend like nothing ever happened if things went south and didn't go according to plan... They, on the other hand, could lose their life and could be completely stripped of their powers... Coraline didn't want to spend the rest of her life being locked up in the dungeons of the Palace... She also didn't want to spend the rest of her life hiding away and livin

“Correct?” I fidgeted a little. “Um, yes.” “What’s your name?” “Coraline.” “I want you to be honest with me, Coraline. What’s your motive? I’ve had several hopefuls like you over the years each with their own reasons for wanting to work with me. So what’s yours? Money? Connection? Fame?” “I need a better source of income.” “So money then?” “Yes.” She leaned back in her swivel chair, studying me closely like she wanted to have access to my innermost thoughts. I tried my best to remain calm at least outwardly.