Caraval Book Series Novels & Stories

Her sister had perfectly captured his essence down to his arrogant smirk. Cara snatched the tab from Hana before she could hug it to her chest. “I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, Hana, since you’re not going ahead with the book.” “Wait. Who said that?” Hana yelled. She wanted this. She might not make any sales, but she would happily release a book. “We could use it. It will be made into a series.” Her biggest supporter frowned. “Maybe.” “A stolen kiss series,” she continued. Cara let her have the tab again. Maybe it was the source of her bravery because more ideas flowed. “Book one can be a dragon’s kiss.”

’s face that greeted him. His scream felt so real that he woke up with sweat drenching his body. Devlin buried his face in his hands. The dream felt so real. It has been more than a decade ago but it still managed to catch up on him. He thought he was saving the woman from Muckle but it turned out he brought her to her ruin and death. Cara was a young gentle washerwoman who was fond of Devlin who was 19 at that time. She washed Devlin’s clothes after Bubba passed away and left him with his small shanty in the park. She used to work for Muckle but Devlin found a way to lure her away from his devil of a father. She was Devlin’s first taste of a woman. He cared for her and that was what caused

I’m going to make her crazy and give her as many orgasms as I can tonight, strap her to my body and make sure she needs me in every way I need her, and then some. Sophs is mine, I’m hers. Body and soul. She’s never getting rid of me again. End of POV Be sure to check out the next Carrero Series book - The Carrero Contract, following Camilla and Alexi Carrero.

Or both. Charlie spun, but the dream forest didn't obey normal rules. Every turn led her back to the same clearing—a circle of stone, ancient and broken, claw marks etched into every surface. She knelt, brushing her fingers over the carvings. A symbol repeated everywhere: a spiral of teeth. The mark from the prophecy. The one Rivener kept evading questions about. She pressed her fingers against the stone and felt heat flare beneath her skin. Her own energy, or the dream's—hard to tell. But something responded to her.

“Yes. It was between a vampire and human. His story is not really about adultery. It is all masked, hidden. It’s an allegory. It’s really about us. Our kind. More specifically: it’s about you. Their child. The half breed.” Caitlin felt the world spinning beneath her. The ramifications were overwhelming. She also couldn’t help feeling that the story was repeating itself, that, generations later, she was playing out the same pattern. A forbidden romance. Two races. Her and Caleb. Repeating history once again, following in the footsteps of her ancestors. It made her wonder if lifetime after lifetime just repeated itself, endlessly. They slowly surveyed the room. It was hard to see in the fading

My Beloved Readers, Thank you for supporting me with Kaleb's story. For those who have not read my other books, please find the list below: Book 1: Mommy, Where Is Daddy? The Forsaken Daughter's Return Book 2: Flash Marriage A Billionaire For A Rebound (Kenzie's Story) Book 3: I Kissed A CEO And He Liked It (Kyle's Story) Book 4: The Devil's Love For The Heiress (Kate's Story)

Maribell didn’t even spare him a glance as he stood there. “A word to the wise.” She began. “You’d have better luck getting this brick wall to convince me to cooperate with you. If I wasn’t already rebelling I would have done it out of spite after she showed up here.” “I really do enjoy people like you. You make life so interesting and remind me of her.” He chuckled before turning around and going back the way he came. Maribell rolled her eyes and then turned Cara. Her dark locks hung limply around her shoulders and she was still clinging to her. She wrapped her arms around the little girl and hugged her tight.

I learned that the tall one was named Edgar and the shorter, younger looking one was Carl. “We’re glad to see you,” Carl said while he pumped my hand. “Are any more following you?” When I shook my head ‘no’ he looked concerned. “Not to sound insulting, but do you think the two of you can handle things without backup?” I was surprised to think that Luthias would have shared our plans to enter Charles’s vampire kingdom with humans, even if they were the residents of Desolation; which was a very fitting name given to Verso’s camouflage community by the vampire residents of the magically protected Kingdom.

As she left the room, I realised I was beginning to panic as well. …………………………………… The Vampire and the Wolf- Book Two Teaser **Jarin** Something had been placed over my head so I couldn’t see. I was also struggling to breathe. My wrists were tied behind my back, and I could feel and smell the wolfsbane that the rope was soaked in burning into my skin. I was lying on a cold hard floor, but I had no idea where I was and I was struggling to remember how I even got here. The last thing I remembered was the start of the battle…and then blackness.

Carl crawls onto the bed, his hands gripping my ankles, yanking me toward him. He flips me onto my stomach, and before I can even process the movement, his palm slaps my ass. The sting is immediate, sharp, and I cry out, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “Count,” Dame orders from the doorway. “One,” I gasp. Another smack, this one harder. My skin burns. “Two!” Carl’s hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubs in tight, punishing circles, and I whine, my hips lifting off the bed.