Caraval Book Series Novels & Stories

Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves. Caleb lay on their bed, while Scarlet and Ruth were sprawled out on a pile of furs before the fireplace on the far side of the room. This room was so sprawling, that even with all of them in it, Caitlin still felt alone with her thoughts. In the adjacent room, she knew, were Sam and Polly. It had been a long day, and a long feast with Aiden’s coven and the king’s men, and they were all settling in for the night.

Mу eyes mееt his in a fіnаl second оf соntасt thаt is just аѕ іntеnѕеlу fосuѕеd as the оnе wе ѕhаrеd еаrlіеr. Thе саr mоvеѕ оff, and I turn my mіnd tо whаt’ѕ ahead. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 45] ******** Author Note: Have you read my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. Check out now before the book becomes premium and chapters got locked. Join Official Community 👉 bit.ly/avi22nash Like Official Facebook Page 👉 bit.ly/FLSpage

But hopefully soon 👀 In the meantime, go check out my new book 🥳💃🏾 "Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir’s Obsession" The story follows a young college girl who goes on vacation with her boyfriend, but ends up caught in a terrible situation and gets kidnapped and shipped off to another country. She eventually lands in the hands of a powerful cartel leader. She was given to him as a gift, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. Until she spoke back to him. And something in him shifted. (Warning in advance: this story is darker, messier, and definitely more boundary-breaking 😜.) Thank you once again for staying with me through this journey.

I repeat for clarity. "Absolutely, Isabella. I promised." I'm not a fan of the sly look Avery flashes me afterward, but I decide to let it slide for now instead of probing further. "Get ready to eat your words, Carter," I tell her as I snatch her tablet away. "Don't count your chickens yet, Vega. You've got a long way to go. Did I mention that After is part of a five-book series? Oops." Now I understand what was making me uneasy before.

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Forbidden Love Series will be slightly different from the ones I've written so far. The stories in this series are not connected to each other. They are each stand-alone stories, and all of them feature forbidden love. Story summary Isabella Harrington is twelve years old when she is adopted by the Gray family. Henrietta Gray is her mom's friend who takes her under her wing after her parents' death.

"How about I tell you how much I broke him to be my little bitch." "No..." I gasp, covering my ears. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" "Marry me, or else I will fill your hope of love with blood." Devin's chin over my head. Unsure what he meant, but as I turned around, I screamed as if I had discovered something horrible. And I did. I see not the church's interior but a stack of dead bodies covered in blood. "No! No!" Devin's malicious laugh echoes around me. I panicked and was stunned; I could feel my head whirling. I count back at Devin with fear, in which he seems amused. The blade in his hand at Liam's neck sliced the skin and threw him down.

I took cover behind the car, waiting for the sound of footsteps to advance, he was moving quick. I breathed, counting out the seconds, three... two... one... he passed the car, not glancing in my direction, one step passed me and I stepped out, wrapped an arm around his throat and slid my knife into his neck. I held on for a second before pulling back my knife and letting go of him as he slid to the floor.

"I’ve spent years trying to get into that box. But it’s blood-locked. I needed the 'little bird' to come home and open it for me." “What?” I stepped back, my hand instinctively clutching the pendant. “You used me?” "I needed to know exactly what your mother left behind," she sneered, stepping toward me. As she spoke, the shadows in the corners of the alcove shifted. Figures stepped out of the gloom. They weren't wolves—at least, not yet. They were men in dark leathers, their gold eyes reflecting the candlelight. "The Caravia council is very thorough, Raven," Mirabel said. "They’ve paid a handsome price for you to disappear, but I have a much better deal on the table."

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.