Caraval Novels & Stories

“Oh, well, that’s not a bad thing. If you are not the same kind of people, there’s no need to force yourselves to be friends.” As she said that, she began to introduce herself. “My name is Cara. I’m having a grand wedding in Jeneva next month. Miss Carly, I watched your solo show. The wedding dresses were beautiful, and I loved them. So, I came here today to invite you to design a wedding dress for me.” “Call me Carly.” Carol asked, “May I ask for your last name?” “No last name. Just call me Cara.” “Okay, Cara.” … Cara was very secretive. She did not say a word about who she was.

She was suppose to hate Malakai, not think about the various ways the older would fuck her senseless. She walked closely behind Malakai as they exited the building and got into his car that the valet brought around. Malakai drove a sleek black Bugatti Chiron Noire, the interior also luxurious black leather. Eden didn't know much about cars except their names and how beautiful they look. And Malakai's car was gorgeous. She would love to speed down highways in this thing. However she very much doubted Malakai would let her anywhere near his keys. Eden would never get used to seeing Malakai drive. He looked so attractive doing the bare minimum. Eden can't help but think back to the way Malakai

The ride to the Great House was a quick one, the cars parked around the massive yard alongside the numerous sports cars of names and color. “It seems lateness holds runs deep in your blood?” a voice spoke from behind as Carlson held out his hands to help his woman out of the car. Tay and Kerl only sneered. “Indeed, and the same blood we all share” Kerlson answers back, not sparing the intruder a glance. “Cassandra held on to the hand of her man stepping out of the car, her beauty was enough to make Roland and Henry stop in their tracks to appreciate the beauty before them.

Cario kissed Kailey on the cheek. He was becoming more and more fond of Kailey, this little goblin. Kailey leaned into his arms and said in a coquettish voice, "Cario, I heard that this Fashion Grand Ceremony is organized by Zeladco Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Zelasco Group?"

“You mean to that whore?” “Oh, not at all.” Carlo’s smile turned icy. “I’ll be marrying Isabella Cavalieri. Remember when you forced me to flee abroad? The Cavalieri family kept me safe, away from your reach. And it wasn’t out of charity, but love—my love for Isabella Cavalieri, who I’ll be marrying soon.” He leaned closer. “If you want to test me, go after her instead. Let’s see if your mother takes me out first, or if you fall under Cavalieri’s rage.”

“My ex-fated mate. My beta.” I look at him, speaking each word slowly and deliberately: “Yes. I am Cara. Take a good look.” “I am the woman who became your beta through my own strength. I am not some helpless princess waiting to be rescued. I am not Lilia.” “The moment people hear ‘princess,’ they assume I live a luxurious, pampered life. BloodyMoon thinks that. DarkWood thinks that. The orphanage I grew up in thought that. And even you, Alaric.”

"I'll leave you with both pairs, to do with as you please." "But was I correct?" "You were," Essence answered, "congratulations for winning the game. But I'm afraid that your prize is one you already own... the power to command your willing slaves to do whatever you wish." She then went to the television and stopped only a millimetre short of pressing Play on the video called Carol's Wedding. "And now without further ado, I hereby present the world premiere of... drum roll please... Carol's Wedding!" "I have no idea what this one is," Charlie said.

"The Viscount Lebedev is here. Eve's selling shares of the company to him...and you're part of the deal." The room tilted. Cara's tears fell hot and silent as she blended the makeup. "I have a plan," she breathed, so softly I almost didn't catch it. "When the clock strikes midnight, meet me by the—" The door burst open. Adam filled the doorway, his black tuxedo tailored to lethal perfection. His gaze swept over me—half-dressed, Cara's hands on my bare skin—and something dangerous flickered in those emerald depths. "Out," he told Cara, his voice velvet-wrapped steel.

Her eyes were cold as her voice. “She arrives first, of course,” one villager muttered, clutching a charm in his pocket. Cassandra’s carriage, shaped like a coiled serpent with crystal windows, gleamed ominously as she stepped in, head held high. Next came Velarissa, Vampire Princess of Duskmoore.

After I'd left Lucas's office that the day before, I'd hurried straight up to his suite and into his bathroom to stare at it in the mirror. Like I suspected, Gavin's mark was completely gone, and on the other side of my neck, Lucas's mark grew slowly. What started as two dark puncture marks were now two intertwined spirals of what looked like black smoke. It was beautiful. But the real wonder was in my mark that lay on Lucas's neck. Everyone that had seen him had commented on it. His had quickly grown into two wolves curled around a small crescent moon so it looked they were reaching for each other and we're curled up in a circle. Where his two dark punctures lay were two very small stars. I