Caraval Movie Novels & Stories

“They say behind every successful man there’s a woman, but in the case of Ivan Carlos, this story takes a different turn. Ivan, the gifted author and actor, who took his time to write something so amazing and no one plays the male lead role in his movie better than him. Despite his encounters with several women during his career, none have caused more controversy than the Canadian woman who entered his life four years ago.” I could feel my stomach knotting as I anticipated what was coming next. “Veronica Carlisle,” the anchor continued, her words dripping with venom. “Her name has now become synonymous with betrayal. Many believe she’s the reason Ivan’s life has spiraled out of control. Afte

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?”

His mother repeated herself, and Keith's phone illuminated with a message from Janet. “I know where Cara is!” “Keith?” He looked up from his phone and answered his mother. “Sure! We haven't met in a while.” The Wilsons exchanged a satisfied smile while Keith was content to find Cara. *** “Aries Grayson, Keith Wilson, and now Sebastian Genovese! What the fuck is Cara doing?” Alfred Doyle banged his hand on the desk. “The three popular and dangerous men at the same time and the reasons for her boldness. Barbie and the three musketeers!” Cynthia said. “She is trapping us, Alfred. I’m telling you!”

Carrie returned my hug without holding back and we stayed that way until a knock interrupted us. “Uh… Guys…” It was Eduardo. “Layla is gone.” “As in dead?” Carrie asked and I chuckled at her humour. “Oh, I wish.” I knew Eduardo was smiling. “Anyway, I have news about Mr. Calmar.” Since I refused to watch the security camera footage from the day Mr. Calmar attacked Carrie, I was greatly unsure of the things he did to her. So, when Eduardo mentioned the man’s name, I stilled for some seconds to gauge if there was a change in her reaction.

Caro hissed and kept walking furiously, the hard clack of her heels echoed as she walked. Instantly, Caro froze at the silhouettes before her. The lights are the room flashed at her gaze, she quickly shielded her eyes with her palms. Before her were cameras, multiple flash lights and photographers. Her supposed husband, Alex, shamelessly helping Caro style her dress, like some maid. Fixing her shoes, randomly dropping kisses on her randomly, smiling like a fool. Caro sighed and shook her head.

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.

Xavier, that cunning old fox, had said he wanted to discuss cooperation—so why did he invite a rival? Suppressing the doubts swirling in his mind, Carson kept his face impassive. Dressed in blue sportswear, he responded enthusiastically, “For tonight’s makeup, forget three cups—as long as Mr. Hamper is happy, even three bottles wouldn’t be a problem. And if I really can’t drink, I’ll just pour it into my pocket!” Xavier laughed. “Tonight is indeed lively. Oh, and Calvin came from New York City.” Only after Xavier brought him up did Calvin chime in smoothly, “Carson, how’s your face?”

"Smile pretty, Freya. These rich people eat fear for dessert." The ballroom was golden. Chandeliers dangled like dripping stars, and the room buzzed with polite chaos. I stayed close to Alan, my fingers brushing his arm now and then. Eliza drifted like smoke behind us, her eyes scanning, hunting. Then I saw him. Across the room, in a black suit and a champagne glass in hand was Ciaran Vale. Someone I hadn’t seen since college. Someone who once wrote his number on the back of my midterm paper and swore I had the most interesting eyes he'd ever seen.

“You’ll see.” Minutes later we arrived at the carnival, Camilla stared at the lights and rides, unimpressed. “You brought me here?” she asked, folding her arms. “What am I? Eight?” I chuckled. “Well you looked like you could use some fun.” “I could’ve used a nap,” she muttered. Before she could turn back, a man with a microphone started shouting nearby. “Ladies and gentlemen! We’re about to begin our Couples Carnival Challenge! Three games! One grand prize! Who’s feeling lucky in love today?”

Bea said to him while Aldrin just gave a thumbs up but he couldn't take his eyes off the seductive dress that Bea was wearing. "Any man will fall in love immediately if the woman he meets is that beautiful." They turned for a moment to the person who spoke and he got out of the car following Aldrin's car. "By the way, he is Leo. He will be your escort for tonight." He said to Ara as they looked at the young man walking towards him. "Not only your escort but also your instant boyfriend." Leo said mischievously and the two young women almost stared in shock when they saw his perfect face and slender body that resembled an Arab who was good at Tagalog because of his very pointed nose.