Caraval Books Novels & Stories

He takes care of me, shields me, and treats me in a way I never felt worthy of. Alexi worships me every single day. Little gifts and affection, time and attention, and he will take me with him whenever he can. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect man or a life that is just so tailored to what I needed. I sign the paperwork on all the little post-it marked spots excitedly, flipping through the loan pages and the business takeover details, having previously read through rough drafts with my own lawyer, and finally, get to the last page. Signing Camilla Carrero boldly on the last dotted line with a flourish and a massive happy smile. Almost jumping up and down, such is the internal happy, b

“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

Karilaya quickly turned to the man and was wide-eyed seeing him leaning down on her, having that curious look on his face, a bit amused with the lady being lost within the thralls of her mind. “Uh, yes,” she quickly answers when she felt her blood rise up to her face in embarrassment. Returning her gaze to the table she tried to busy herself with flipping pages of several books that were scattered there. As per request, she was allowed to go to the royal library and given all the things that she needed without hesitation. From rune stones, tomes, spell books, and some magical items that were sealed shut in the treasury since they were the spoils of war, yet with just a request it was given t

She left them and walked straight towards their classroom. “Another boring day,” she whispered to herself as she sat. She put her bag and get the book which she covered with another design to hide the real title of the book. The book was called “My Journey Beyond My Imagination”. It was written by Lilia Desaix, it’s the reason why Clandes covered the book. Bulwarkians were not allowed to read or use any artworks of Desaix. Desaix was known as a criminal, they killed a lot of humans since they are vampires and witches. But, it cannot be denied that they are talented.

I scramble for my bag, wanting nothing more than for the rolls Royce to get off the property. “Hold on.” Cary thrusts a catalogue into my hand. “What’s this?” I told it up, staring at the exotic cars adorning the front page. “Why are you giving me a book filled with cars?” “Because it’s about time I got you a ride of your own,” he says. “You should go through the catalog. Pick whatever you like.” A car. Something tells me this catalog is full of luxurious and ridiculously expensive cars. And now, Cary wants to buy me one.

Most of the names here are made up specially the ones for the Emirati family. I could have used a real Emirati surname but I just made up my own, better to be safe than sorry. Some of the events here are close to my heart. PROLOGUE Eliza looked up admiringly at Valeria and Regina who were both in their late teens. They were so pretty and tall, an impressionable girl of 8 like her would believe anything they would say. Valeria is the only child of their next-door neighbor and Regina who also lives next to Valeria’s house is the second eldest child of their other neighbor. Eliza thought they really think her cute so whenever the two young adults, Regina being 19 while Valeria just turned 18; a

I ask, recalling Bellini's warning. "As you can imagine, he is furious; he has a lot of affection for that place." Yelizaveta shifts a bit uncomfortably in her seat as if she doesn't want to talk about the subject, but I proceed anyway. Yelizaveta We arrive at the candy bar, and I am impressed because I expected a dingy place due to its name, "The Underworld," but it's quite the opposite. It's extremely beautiful. Uncle Mich points to the bar, and my heart skips a beat when I see the object of my desire drinking from his glass, but with a lost look as if he is thinking about a thousand things at once.

A failure at being anything gentler. She smiled anyway. “All right, Mr. Laurent,” she said, matching his formality, letting the words curl slow. “Show me the cage.” She stepped forward, Umbra at her side. The two heirs fell into step with her as the corridor stretched ahead, dark wood and old portraits and the weight of generations pressing in. Somewhere outside, a bell began to toll the hour, slow and solemn, as if the school itself were marking the moment she crossed into its story. Behind her ribs, the thing they’d spent years trying to suppress turned its head towards both boys at once. Interested. Hungry.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked one of the girls with a man whose lip was locked in hers, kissing and smooching all the parts of her body as he deemed. Carol cleared her throat noisily to jolt them back to reality. “Oh my gosh!” The girl gasped, dragging the man out by the collar and apologizing casually. Carol’s gaze returned to Anna’s face but this time she looked away, cleared her throat and went on, steady but quiet. “I’m the wife of the man who helped your mother escape the night the Rosetti empire was being burned to the ground.” Carol’s head jerked toward her in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing.

Marilyn’s POV The library smelled like dust and old pages, a scent I secretly enjoyed even though I never admitted that to Caroline. She was already stacking books in her arms, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved shelf by shelf. I laughed knowing she would never be able to finish reading all those books today. “Take a look at this one, are you sure you don’t want it?” She called out, waving a massive hardcover book titled “ lunar legends and lore” I raised an eyebrow. “ Come on Caroline, you know I don’t go for such.”