Caitlin Carey Novels & Stories

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

She sat opposite Elias and me, her eyebrows furrowed. I slid an envelope across the table to her. “What’s this?” She asked, opening the seal. “I’ve revised the budget for your women’s training scheme.” She scanned the words on the paper before her eyes snapped to me, “Cato, this is three times what I had before.” “I secured a new trade deal with a Canadian Alpha and I want all the extra money pumped straight into training women and girls.” “And girls?” “I’ve fired the men responsible for the girls’ junior training. They were old fashioned and limiting potential by only providing basic training. I trust you will use their salary to employ someone with a genuine interest in producing powerful

Cain tenses every time his father says anything to him or me, then they glare at each other like they're having some sort of staring contest or silent argument. Halfway through dinner, Cain's father excuses himself and comes back with a couple who exude authority but seem very friendly with it. After greeting Cain warmly and introducing themselves to the rest of us as Zac and Cally, Cain's aunt and uncle, their eyes land on me. "So you're the one they're after and you killed a rog… wolf with a chair leg. Genius." Cally laughs loudly, sitting down opposite me and bringing much needed life into the room. Her blue eyes twinkle with intelligence and even though it feels like she's assessing me,

Perhaps, soon, this would all be over. * Standing at the entrance tunnel, Caitlin was unshackled by the guards, and she walked freely out into the Coliseum’s floor. She needed no prodding this time. She was eager to meet the day, to fight again, to finally meet her destiny. She was tired, deeply tired. Everyone she had loved, she had lost. Sam. Caleb. Blake. Her father. Rose. Jade….There seemed to be no end to the loss.

"Never mind, let it be. Cheap or expensive, this is a gift I'm grateful for, even if I don't know who gave it." "What's going on, why is it so boisterous?" asked a woman who suddenly entered the shooting location. A staff member hurriedly approached the woman. "Mrs. Caitlin Maddux, I thought you weren't coming today." The woman smiled flatly. "Of course I have to come, Daisy. I have something important to tell the models." Caitlin had all the models gather nearby. She is the editor in chief of Harvest Weekly Magazine and is renowned for her discipline and fairness.

Red emulated him. Then Caitlin arrived, wearing an elegant sequin dress and silver heels, sporting dark glasses. A gala look, exaggerated considering the time of the morning. When she noticed Ciro, she took off her glasses and greeted him politely, although she kept her distance, it did not prevent Ciro from perceiving her smell of liquor. -Running some errands, huh? - He said, reproaching Red for his lie, who shrugged. -It was just a little party. - Caitlin defended herself, barely staying on her feet.

Caitlin sat on a poor unbalanced stool in her home, passing a needle with thread through a worn cloth that belongs to Kyra and she hummed along as she sews. All of a sudden, her hand stopped moving abruptly as her thoughts took her through memory lane… It was the first week of winter eighteen years ago when she met a noble man dressed in an all-black long dress with his hair neatly set. Caitlin had been sent to Creeksville which was at the east side of Old Vine Town. She was to go gather information about what they might have missed and to know what the other Covens might be up to.

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.