Snapdragons Coraline Novels & Stories

The men in the room charged at Rita at once tearing all her clothing. They thought it would be fun if they were also drugged to intensify their strength, so they weren't in their right senses. Rita's painful scream was the last thing Coralline heard when she left the passage. Damon's POV I was on my way to my seat when a lady stopped in front of me. I recognized her as the one I saw at Coralline's former apartment. 'Hello handsome' she said seductively. I stared at her in disgust. 'Sorry but I have somewhere to go' I said abd was about to leave when she said

Miranda, who was already extremely angry at Charlotte, was even more furious after being inflamed and agitated by Tiffany. “Huh! You may be afraid of her, but I’m not. Just you wait, Tiff. I swear on my name that I’ll make her life super-miserable this time!” Coraline not only ran a women’s clothing store but was also a fashion designer. When Charlotte walked into her store, Coraline was tailoring clothes for a female customer. Charlotte sat aside quietly and did not disturb her work.

Rex smirked, his blue eyes roaming her ass, wiping his mouth with interest. “You never know, anyway he’s had a mate, he’s fair game for anyone now,” Diane pouted, adjusting her cleavage before strutting past Rex without a care. Coraline shrugged herself into a much plainer black mini dress, her long legs on show, wearing chunky black wedges. "She looks good now but watch her try to skip down the line in stilettos…it's going to be carnage," she said with venom on her tongue.

I dropped to my knees immediately, reaching for the soaked notebook before the ink completely dissolved. Before my fingers could touch it, someone stepped in front of me. "Pick them up." The laughter around me vanished so suddenly that even I froze. Slowly, I lifted my head. Chaise Crownell stood there in his white lab coat, one hand resting inside his pocket as though he'd merely happened to pass by. His expression was the same calm, unreadable one I saw everyday but I could see the dangerous glint behind those blue eyes. Everyone in the faculty knew that look.

The fire turned pale and thickened into a red-haired woman who looked similar to Namara, the 1950s secretary who worked for Hades, except she was wearing a green oilskin coat with a matching sou’wester hat and black wellington boots. I placed a hand over my pistol and asked, “Coral?” Her gaze darted from side to side. “Where’s the green dragon?” “Up there?” I pointed to the ceiling. The dragon roared, seeming annoyed that I had revealed its location, and blew down a stream of fire that made us both duck. “Why the hell are these creatures allowed to roam about freely?” Griff snarled. “That’s a little boy,” Coral snapped. “And he’s run away from home.”

“I think it’s like the night when Mom got attacked by four dudes and she stepped in to fight them, and that somehow, she’ll walk out of it as if nothing happened.” Coralis’ left cheek was red and swollen as the second troll collapsed on the ground, unconscious, his ribcage bleeding profusely. Suddenly, as two of Prince Charlie’s guards were walking up to the trolls, Coralis was thrown in the air and landed near the tree where Prince Charlie stood when the trolls tried to attack him. She landed in her panther form, staring at a djinn advancing toward her. She shifted back to her true form, still staring at the djinn. She pulled her wand out of her cloak, but it burned out before she could cas

he asked. “Yeah, I meant it. That woman is out of her mind. She’s unfit to become a mother.” I smiled. He didn’t even know the half of it. One time, Cindy put snakes in my room because she knew I had a snake phobia. Then, she locked me in the room while the snakes tried to sting me. She was a grade-one psychopath. “She’s not going to accept that, you know. She’ll never go down quietly,” I said.

She fastened a heavy necklace of rubies around my throat, the cold stones resting against my collarbone like a choke chain. "Adequate," I repeated, staring at my reflection in the dusty mirror. The girl looking back was a stranger. Her hair was piled high in an intricate twist, held in place by diamond pins that looked like weapons. Her face was painted pale, her lips stained dark red. She looked regal. She looked expensive. She looked like a prisoner in a very fancy cage. "Good," I said, turning from the mirror. "Let's go ruin some appetites." *** The Great Hall was transformed.

Cornelia rose from her chair and grabbed a Halter neck tulle dress embroidered with a baroque organza bodice strapped with a Taffeta overskirt on the waistline. I quickly put on the pink gown, which exposes my entire back but looks more like the dresses princesses wear in Disney World. I decided not to put on anything too high because I won't like the fact that I might slip off today. After all, that would be a total turn-off. 'Contestant number ten, Cornelia Jamarreon.' When the director called out, I leapt from my seat. I was number five last time, and now I'm number ten.

Once they all returned to Vito’s home after the funeral, Coraline excused herself in order to get some sleep. Due to the havoc the miscarriage was having on her body, she felt more drained than ever. After making sure she was okay in bed, Vito walks down the stairs to find Jayden in the kitchen pulling the tie from around his neck.