Caitlin Carey Novels & Stories

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.

Did either even exist? All Caitlin really cared about was Scarlet; all she wanted was for her daughter to be happy and healthy and back to the normal girl she was. Caitlin had always been able to find a solution to everything through her scholarship, through reading—but not this time. It frustrated her to no end. For the first time in her life, she was beginning to wonder if she would come up empty. Despite all her scholarship and reading skills, she herself could not unlock the mystery to get her daughter the help she needed.

she says getting up from her chair. "What?" I ask in disbelief and shock, she nodded her head profoundly, flashing me a graceful smile. "Ten minutes" she sang, turning on her heel and walking into the house. I sat there for a few seconds, dumbfounded and in complete disbelief. No one has ever seen or heard Claire's voice, except close workers like Joshua, Marcel and Mira, possibly Camila but I've never asked her, she seemed awfully close to him so I'm guessing she's seen him before.'

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Only a subtle shift in the cast of servants hinted at the passage of time. His thoughts, however, continued to orbit around a singular enigma – Caitlin. She was the woman who had captivated his cousin Dario's heart, and yet, the vivid descriptions Dario had painted of her seemed to clash starkly with the woman Theo had briefly encountered earlier. Dario had characterized Caitlin as sassy, arrogant, and laden with sarcasm, a tempestuous whirlwind of a personality. Yet, the Caitlin he had witnessed was a different shade of complexity. She had appeared composed, gentle, and, dare he think it, mysterious.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

I inquired, noting the shift in his facial expression. He hesitated for a second before replying, "An old acquaintance, Caitlyn Laurent, is proposing a collaboration on the upcoming art wing." Caitlyn Laurent—a renowned art curator and, as whispered in certain circles, one of Xavier's former flames. Feigning nonchalance, I replied."That sounds like a significant opportunity." Xavier nodded, but his gaze searched mine, perhaps seeking a reaction I refused to display. The days that followed were a test of my patience. Caitlyn arrived with an air of sophistication that turned heads and commanded attention. Her interactions with Xavier were professional, yet I couldn't help but feel strange.

The uniform was neatly folded with a black barrette on it. Her name was carved on a gold medal on the breast pocket the uniform and it read "Anna Lu : 18th Head Chief Of The Barettes. Anna looked at her name with pride. She started off as a girl from a village who ended up on a wheel chair and now she was here. The 18th head cheif of the Eve's Barettes! She had amazing and unique women under her. She collected the uniform with trembling hands and she really couldn't hide her emotions anymore as her tears fell freely.