Caraval Books Novels & Stories

I felt it crack, but before it could break, I felt a small hand cover mine, causing me to relax and remove the glass from my hand. “That fucking cunt.” Riley growls. We all look at him. Riley does have a temper, but it takes a lot to piss him off. He isn’t usually one to throw out words like this. That would be one of us or my precious jewel. She has no problem using that word. To hear it come from Riley means they have pushed him too far. The woman wrapped around the mystery guy is none other than Karli, or now who we know as Karleena. I should have known. The weird thing is none of us have seen her around campus for a while. I ran into her followers, and they said she is still he

he said. Beside him stood Barbara, a very tall and thin vampire, much taller than Cain, with straight black hair, small black eyes, and a narrow, elongated face. Her eyes seemed half-closed, as if she were sleeping. She seemed either very relaxed, or very apathetic. She moved slowly, as she extended a long, pale hand to Caitlin. “Charmed, I’m sure,” Barbara said slowly, in a deep voice. Caitlin shook it, and felt a chill run through. Her hand was supple and freezing.

Her mouth opened, ready to argue, but one look at my face shut her up. Smart girl. We stepped inside. .................................................................................................... The air was thick with dust and old metal, rust clinging to every surface. The informant was already waiting, a thin, wiry man named Carlo, his eyes darting between me and Juliana like a rat caught in a trap. "Mr. Valente... I didn't know you'd be bringing company." He was sweating. I hadn't even said a word yet, and he was already begging with his eyes. Something was off.

Ava carefully placed the book in front of her. Leana didn’t touch it immediately. Instead she studied the symbols carved into the cover. Her expression slowly shifted from curiosity to something more serious. “Where did you find this?” Draven answered calmly. “It belonged to a witch bloodline connected to the Blood Moon curse.” Leana finally touched the book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the air in the room seemed to shift slightly. “Older than I thought,” she murmured. Cassian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed.

He said "would you like a glass of champagne?" "Sure! Why not, let's ride out this Cinderella fantasy. Got any glass slippers in here?" She couldn't help herself. "Not exactly. How about some books instead?" Rhys replied as the limo stopped and parked. The driver opened the door and they stepped out onto the sidewalk right in front of Frank's bookshop. "It's past their closing time, Rhys. Great idea, though." Pearl said. "Ah yes, but I get celebrity hours, you forget." And he opened the door for her. There were only a few lights on inside. The smell of old books was mixed with the smell of flowers. And food. She looked down the main aisle and there was a path of roses leading to the back poe

Jason made sure to stay till he saw her leave and was satisfied with it. He turned towards Mason excitedly. “We have the whole time to ourselves now. Are you excited, young man?” “Yesssssssssss,” Mason roared, mimicking an obsessed fan that just watched his role model make a fantastic win. **** Cara helped herself inside the house, quietly dropping her bags at the entrance. Ella laid on the couch, snoring lightly, with books on her chest. Cara picked one of the books she was reading, it was a famous novel. The Harry Potter franchise.

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.

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

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Her parents would never take a chance with one of the cauldron born, even if it was her and she guessed that all of her siblings probably had armed escort. Without another thought about the escort she continued onto the throne room. She was just about to the doors of the library when she noticed a fluttering shadow and one of the alcoves, uncertain if her eyes were playing tricks on her she stopped and turned to stare into the alcove. She was sure she saw something moving in the back of it she turned to get Issy’s attention to see if she saw it as well, but before she could the shadow disappeared.