Novel & Cerita Cara Anderson

No excuses. "No excuses," Cara reassured. There won't be any excuses. Two days was more than enough for what she had planned. She would conduct a quiet funeral in the countryside, giving Antonio a better opportunity to meet her somewhere safe and outside the confines of Adonis's home. She looked up at the man who was running his fingers up and down her thigh. Maybe he deserved a reward. Meeting his eyes, she lifted her hips, "Take it off," Cara whispered, referring to her sweatpants.

President Nicolas immediately went back to the Arena, but his mind was still on his mate. In the deep of the forest, Andrea followed the young woman. She was staring at her body. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I really need your help after I saw what you did yesterday to the bird," the young woman said. Andrea was shocked. "I'm Cathleen Estrada, the daughter of a rogue. I just turned eighteen yesterday and while I was wandering around I saw you heal a wounded bird. I was amazed and wondered if you could heal my ill young brother. His name is Carlos, and he is still fifteen years old," Cathleen said. Andrea nodded. She didn't expect that someone saw her to heal a bird.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Steven Griffin offered a reassuring smile as he responded, "It's alright, Liam. We understand that your work can be demanding." Mrs. Betty Griffin chimed in playfully, "In fact, you're not the only one who's late." Just as she spoke, the dining room door swung open, and Cara walked in, dressed in a business suit. Cara entered the dining room with an air of elegance, and her appearance was nothing short of captivating. She was dressed in a tailored business suit that accentuated her graceful figure. The deep navy-blue fabric of her suit contrasted with her porcelain skin, highlighting her delicate features.

Jen said. Cara lifted her head from her lap, clapping her hands with a wide smile. My eyes moved to her hair, and I noticed the twin braids I had been struggling with earlier were now neatly done, looking even more beautiful than I imagined. “I didn’t know you could make braids, Jen,” I said as I walked in. Cara rushed toward me, wrapping her little arms around my legs. “Yes, ma’am,” Jen replied. “I used to work in a salon before I started working with the Lewis family.”

Cara stumbled up to her feet in shock, grabbing her head as she paced the room. “No…This can’t be happening… He can’t be dead. This is not happening!” She shouted in frustration. She ran to the door and began banging violently on it while screaming. “You fuckers! You can’t be doing this! You made me miserable for years, you don’t get to do this to me again!” Cara screamed at the top of her lungs as she took all of her frustrations out on the door.

Simple, however, wasn’t something Cara knew how to do. Her tight black jeans, paired with red stiletto heels, showed off her long, shapely legs, and the fitted white dress shirt she wore showed just the right amount of her large bust with the top button undone. Her long brown hair had been loosely curled and flowed freely down the length of her back, and her lips were a vibrant red. The doorbell rang and Cara took a few steadying breaths before opening the door. “Play it cool, Cara, play it cool,” she said to herself.

Johnson chuckled at the strange order. Cara exited her work’s building, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves before walking to her car. She pushed past the anxiety that seeped through her thoughts as she reached her car door, slamming the door shut behind her, she sat in silence. Her breathing was erratic and unsteady and she relived the moment she was kidnapped. She tried to steady her breathing, slowly grasping control. Her phone rang in her bag, causing her to jump in her seat. She reached for the device, Archer’s name flashed up on the screen.

" Cara thought that Lucas was the one who sent for the leopard to take her from the academy, she thought that after all those years of staying far away from her , She thought her brother lucas has sent her the gift of a spit fire leopard for a forgiveness, the leopard was breathtaking and huge making other students to start to envy her when it first landed , The student kept on questioning who really was cara but they got no answers before she started her journey to go back to the city of mayn . What cara didn't know is that, his brother didn't sent for the leopard but her body reeked of power and her blood attracted nature! she was a good soul , that made her all more special . " Cara is a

Cara threw her card at her and got up. "Hey woman! You can't just drive me away like that, I am your assistant not your slave," Coco said walking to the door. "Remember to book the spa and hair stylist for tomorrow, we don't wanna show ourselves looking like some crazy street women," Cara added pretending not to hear her complains. Coco responded by lifting up her fist as if to say she would beat her if she continues to dish out errands and left. Cara sighed and stared at the TV, she couldn't help but admit that he had grown more handsome in the last three years.