Sora Artwork の小説・ストーリー

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

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However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

Rafael’s lips curved upward. She was drawing. Not perfectly. Not smoothly. But she was doing it. The lines wobbled a little, forming something that vaguely resembled a heart… though slightly tilted and uneven. Saraya frowned. “Why does it look like a potato?” she muttered. Rafael chuckled softly. “It’s abstract art,” he said. Saraya shot him a glare. “I’m serious!” “I am too,” he replied with a straight face. She huffed. But then smiled again.

He never expected that after preparing so many armaments and so many men, the conclusion was that Harvey was still alive, and so was Clarion! This… Sora kept on retreating back as he felt the anger boiling within him. "I am Sora! The scion of the Origin Sword Style! One of the future leaders in Sky Plane! Even if you win, you can never touch me! Otherwise, all of you will die here!"

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The scene would be 'almost' unbelievable if it hadn't happened in the real world with real people and as crazy as it is... with real creatures. It even sounds like a music video with the background music being Sola by Jennifer Lopez. The vampire Soraia's gaze opens between shadows. Her steps are slow on the road of white stones that hurt her bare feet... but her soul is much more wounded.

Then, the studio door explodes inwards. Sandra. Of course. She’s a force of nature wrapped in vintage velvet, her cheeks flushed, eyes blazing. In her hand, she doesn’t just hold a piece of paper; she brandishes it like a conquering banner snatched from the jaws of doubt. "Lila! Kulta! Look!" She thrusts it under my nose, almost smudging the wet paint on my brush, frozen mid-air. "Gallery Aurora! They want you! Your ‘Midnight Sun Forest’ for the summer show! Three pieces! Pack your panic, darling, we’re going public!"

So I was my father's daughter, but he hated me more than he hated his enemies, for reasons I didn't know. Sora, my handmaiden, sank next to me, the bed sinking with her weight and she propped me up, fixing the wooden brush in my silver hair, detangling the locs. We sat before the mirror, my furrowed gaze fixed on my reflection. “Princess Annora,” Sora called out, her head bowing courtly and her lips curled into a smile, “Perhaps your mate is yet to be born. I mean, he's the god of seven seas, with eyes as piercing as fish.”