Caraval Movie Novels & Stories

Between them, held by his upper arm, was the valet Cain had handed the keys to the SUV to. Cain's eyes narrowed as the guards threw him to the ground in front of him. "Alpha Sovereign, this man gave a man, who matches the description you gave us, the keys to your car," one of the guards said, bowing his head in reverence. Cain felt his jaw clench. "Well shit." Daniel said. Ella's P.O.V. The look my grandfather gave me made the fact that we were speeding through the crowded streets of Mumbai feel like a stroll through Candyland.

Carrie just nodded in my direction when she steered the steering wheel, put the car on drive again. *** “Cassiel, what a lovely name he has,” Carrie said dryly as she helped herself to a huge piece of beef capriccio and pushed it into her mouth like she was famished and it was the end of the world. “What kind of a name is that?” Carrie and I drove around to the Rockefeller Centre and watched one of those old, conspiracy theory movies about a flawed submarine which was left in the Atlantic to defect and the Americans tried to grab it. The movie was so uninteresting that we fell asleep somewhere in the middle. We both liked watching movies from the '80s because we were weird like that.

Her smile was sweet as she threw herself into my arms. "Honey! I’m so happy! We can finally get our marriage certificate!" I frowned and looked past her, straight at her assistant, Emily Parker. "What’s going on?" Emily covered her face, her expression pale. "Sir… she was just in a car accident. She has amnesia."

Ava's wearing a red backless dress, her hair tied into pigtails like Caroline's. “Hi.” I wave warily. “Hop in,” I comply, opening the back door and taking a seat. “Want some?” Ava asks, waving the pack of bubblegum in front of my face. “Thanks.” I decline with a polite smile. She pops one into her mouth, asking Caroline to drive out. A few minutes into the ride, they turn the car into a mini party, playing loud music, popping their bubblegums as they sing along to the music, and dance.

She was beginning to get frustrated since all she had tried had been to no avail. One way, or the other I am going to get you, Xara Wilson. If that's the last thing I do. Valerie thought to herself. “What is it, Gerald?" Kai asked angrily as his friend barged into his office without knocking. He was enjoying a blow job from his secretary and Gerald had just ruined the moment. She zipped his pants and buttoned her top as she seductively sashayed out of the office. “Watch this!" Gerald put the television on for Kai to watch. It was about what had happened back in Brooklyn to his wife. The headlines read, "Xara Maximilian, almost murdered by an unknown assailant in broad daylight"

Carl had become a regular in the three days to the wedding. After the chocolates, he sent in an all exclusive black credit card that I took generous advantage in planning to get my things, I met him almost twice and the experience was almost pleasant and even sensual. I was picking the venue with him; we went to see the owner of the cathedrals and while we were waiting for the vampire billionaire, who had an odd penchant for acquiring church buildings, Carl asked, “So what are you wearing under that coat?”

Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.”

Carl couldn't remember when last he saw his father this happy. Mr. Williams and his son walked in together, leaving Nate and the Chauffeur behind. *** Carl got introduced to Bella Wellington. Her beauty was alluring and irresistible. She wore a classical but revealing gown. it showed every part of her curves. "Creed Aventus, huh?" she asked "Yes" he smiled. "You like it?" "Yeah" "You got high taste, I see" Carl reached for her hands, and placed his lips on it. "So, we're getting married in five months" She smiled, revealing her perfect dentition.

* Carl is sitting on a sofa in his mansion looking at two naked girls in front of him kissing each other. “Master,” he hears Garrit call him, “‘He is here” “Send him in” He sees a tall black man with his hair falling onto his broad shoulders. The man glances at the naked girls and they stop kissing. Carl looks over at them and signals them to stand in a corner. “Come, my friend,” Carl says, “I’ve been waiting for you.” He pours him a drink and then asks, “Are you ready? Have you considered my offer?”

“There's no escaping this, Carla! You have a lot of answering to do! What the fuck were you doing down at the bar?? With a stranger who has probably figured the truth of our wedding out! And in public of all places? What if someone already took videos?” She avoided my gaze till she couldn’t, then she was sighing almost dejectedly and frowning at me. “You ruined my fun! I was finally about to get some after so many years, but you ruined it!” I blinked at her; unable to believe my ears. “Are you fucking serious, Carla?? That’s all you care about right now? Getting some??” She let out a frustrated scream, glaring up at me as she yelled. “Yes! Okay? That’s only what I care about right now!”