Caraval Book Series Novels & Stories

“With the discovery that Isabella Aventini is actually of the DeMarco bloodline, the wedding betrothal between the DeMarco familia and the Aventini familia has been nullified. The wedding, however, has not been cancelled. Instead, Antonio will be marrying Bryanna Charlton.” Antonio stepped forward with Bryanna and raised their clasped hands in the air. A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. “Now, please, everyone. Eat, drink, and be merry,” Don DeMarco grinned. The music started, and a section of the living room was cleared for a dance floor. “May I have this dance, bunny?” I asked Isabella. “You certainly may, Mr. Cavanaugh,” Isabella said, smiling. I led her down the stairs and onto the danc

Numb. Maybe I just want you to come back to me… ***** The tip of the fountain pen left the contact of the paper as I peered at the words on paper. I looked at the books beside me about phoenixes. I was in the royal library. Carol has started going on small hunts now. Everyone in the Xenon palace has taken a liking to it, especially Willa. Carol’s heart feather was late, so I had borrowed some books from the forbidden section of the Xenon library.

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

My nails dug on my palm piercing my skin, I tipped the rest of the champagne, taking my time, deciding to ignore them, and it definitely didn't sit well with her or her cliques. "I know you are in a fix Eriantha, after all, things are in shambles with you. Your best friend's fiance cheats on her blatantly, your brother makes rounds at the same casinos and brothels, following his father's footsteps. You managed to suck a golden dick and got married to Darcel Karwitz. I wonder what you must have offered, that he agreed to marry you. He's not a pure Karwitz, but of course he could have had better choices you know?" Harley smirked.

Any questions about the book feel free to comment and I'll gladly reply to your questions. And yes stay tuned for a sequel; *drumrolls please* It will be Seth Sandoval Cervantes' book, a book filled with secrets, humor, a spice of romance and ofcourse Seth's childhood crush Tessa and a new female character who will win your heart as well as Seth's. ~Jojoestiel

I bowed in front of him and rose when he motioned for me to. “Tonight’s feast is in honour of your upcoming wedding. The kingdom awaits the holy nuptials and for the next heir to rise to the throne,” Father told me. My father, Valroy Stayton, was the king of all vampires in this realm. He was over four hundred years old, but due to the fact that vampires age extremely slow, he looked hardly ten years older. True immortality was never a faculty of vampires, but our age slowed down after we reached full maturity. It varied from vampire to vampire when that maturity period arrived. For me, it was twenty-one, the year I defeated Emiel to become the crown prince. My father had matured much later,

Marcel moves closer to her slowly. “I want the same as you, the werewolves out of the witches’ lives. Alaric out of our home, Willow gone and no longer in control! They plan to get the vampires on their side and destroy the Monventla. I am the only person who knows where the book is; the spells are within it.” Marcel nods, sitting down. “What book might that be? The witches lost all of their written manuscripts centuries ago.” He looks at her waiting, Dan still stood on guard.

No one wants a caramel-skinned noble with bald hair and, of course, a peculiar curse. I am aware that Owen just needs to disgrace me for the last time before I leave, and as I look at him now, he quickly replaces a frown with another wide grin, the tip of his pointed nose drooping down. He looks stylish in a shimmering velvety tailcoat, but I wish he never put the spangles on because they somewhat look like a child’s art on him. Orange hues had streaked across the sky when a crowd of young men and women in colourful attires flock in through the Iron gates, few of the men carrying a Palanquin on their shoulders.

The second floor of the building was decorated with white lining and sheets with plush white carpet flooring. Janet touched Antonio’s arm, gesturing him to the blood that was on the carpet. “Is that…” Antonio held in his breath, holding her tightly to him. He could feel her shake and wanted nothing more but to put a bullet between Frank’s eyes for causing her fear and killing these women. Another thud came from around the corner towards the bed. Janet jumped as they walked cautiously towards the noise. They turned the corner to see Valerie tied up and bleeding from her side.

POV: Evans Wilson The weight of the secrets I carried was finally starting to crush my bones. Every step I took toward Valarie’s penthouse felt like walking deeper into a swamp. I was drowning, and the worst part was that I was dragging Hailey down with me while telling her I was saving her.