Sora Book Novels & Stories

Lauren wasn’t with her this time—it was just Sora. “What are you talking about with her?” she asked sweetly, looking me up and down. “I’m sure she’s not worth your time.” Elias frowned. “Do I know you?” “Be careful around her. She’s divorced. Abandoned by her husband, actually.” Sora didn’t respond directly to the question Students nearby turned their heads. Elias’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?” Sora smiled, “What? Did she not tell you? Everyone from Half Moon knows. She used to be married to an Alpha—until he threw her out. You know what they say—once a man’s castaway, always a—”

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

Soraia frowned as she touched it, then plucked it from her neck and held it in front of her eyes; the waning sun opened in its splendor, illuminating the star where Soraia read: "the world is a book of choices, and for you there will always be one. Everything had returned like an all-consuming ball of fire. But the worst memory that Soraia even wanted to be forgotten also returned - the day Julio Cesar raped and killed her. -She screamed in rage as a single bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and into her eyes.

The rancid smell made Elora nauseous. Elora approached and knelt, doing the same as she did to Arthur. Elora kissed Sophia’s lips. “Mommy?” Elora called. At that moment, Elora realized that Snow White’s story was just a fairy tale. Dead people can’t live again just by kissing them. Elora stood up. Her mind went blank. She looked around in confusion. The black book was tightly in her arms. Elora did not know what the book was for. She just felt that it was very important and that it should not be separated from her.

“I just wanted to change the environment a bit. You’ve gotten your wolf dragon now. So there is nothing taking us back there.” Nyxoria looked down at the worn-out book still in her hands, her fingers gently running across the rough, faded cover. “So, are you the owner of this book?” she asked curiously once again. Ora stepped closer and gently took the book from her hands, flipping it open with practiced fingers. “What do you think?” she asked. “These are poems. Very old ones.” “Do you understand the writing? The language looks strange to me,” Nyxoria asked, tilting her head.

Sora "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" Zane's voice was no longer confused; instead, it was sharp. Cold. "What the hell are you talking about, Sora?" he repeated, this time his voice was slow. "I've read about it before—how some rare alphas are so powerful they have the ability to heal, take away pain. Some had the power to even give life. I read all about it as a child." His expression didn't change.

, the time when almost all of the staff are for sure already home. I returned the books I borrowed in their respective areas before I bolted out of the library to go to the principal’s office. I noticed that there are no students and teaching staff walking on the corridor anymore. When I reached the principal’s office, I wandered the whole area first before knocking on the door. “Come in! The door’s open.” A smirk played on my lips when I heard his voice. Damn, his deep voice is already enough to make my pussy wet. I did not waste any opportunity and immediately opened the door, and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw me.

Rora’s POV I stared at the book, checking all the sides in case it had some secret bomb hidden around it but there was nothing. I frowned and stared at it in confusion. Why would he send me something like this? I didn't even like him, nor were we close. Was this some sort of friends story to me and thing because I agreed to be civil within this it? A million questions ran through my mind but rather than question it, I just decided to shove it to the back of my mind and check what the book was really about. He must have his reasons for sending that it to me. I was sure.

"Sorcha, did you bring it with you?" "Of course, Captain, it's with me. Well, if that is thereof necessary," she replied just now I found out the codename: Sorcha. Sorcha gazed at me and smiled joyfully. She took something from the paper bag next to her chair. She lends it to me while the smile is still on her face. I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover.

His mind was running faster than it usually did and he couldn’t help but feel as if this new lady knew exactly what she was saying. But then he couldn’t be so sure because like Chaos she had the same blank mask on her face with her eyes dead cold. Taking a deep breath, he asked as calmly as he could. “Who are you?” “Well now that you ask, my name is Kiara Khorne. Cousin to Chaos. That’s as much as you deserve to know. And oh, I’m also the mate of your beta” Kiara answered coldly Whiles everybody’s head snapped towards the said beta who was smiling rather cockily at them. He rolled his eyes when they started hollering at me.