Caraval Novels & Stories

"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.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The ivory card, left a near physical blow to Katherine's chest. "Miss Caroline Donovan and Mr. Castiel Mikaelson cordially invite you to their wedding."

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

Carol replied and Nevaeh’s brows furrowed “The what?” “It is a place we keep items that are currently not in use” Carol clarified. “I need my things back please” “Milady has everything she needs here, unless there are some things you would like me to fetch” Nevaeh stared at Carol, baffled “Carol, get me my bags” she stated with utmost seriousness. “Okay, milady, but first you must bathe, lest the water runs cold” ~

EVE I took a deep breath, brushing off the non-existent lint off the long velvet sleeves of my dress, and straightened my shoulders. Grabbing the handle of the door, I pulled it open and walked inside, the smell of coq au vin and calvados hitting my nose and making the hunger that sat in my stomach ten times worse. I then noticed how different the place had looked since the last time I came here, although that had been in the daytime. Beingeam dark out already, the place went from a brunch-time bistro to a candlelit rendezvous for honeymooners.

He kept noticing. The car stopped. I got out and breathed the open air and tried to leave the last two hours in the vehicle where they belonged. The first bridal store was genuinely beautiful. Enormous glass windows along the front. Crystal chandeliers throwing fractured light across everything. Rows of white and ivory and cream arranged with the particular care of a place that understood it was selling more than fabric. For a moment, standing in the entrance with the light catching the sequins on the nearest gown, something in me lifted. This was real. I was getting married. I was going to be Fabian's Luna. Three more weeks and everything would be different.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

[A/n: I know my stories are weird with unique characters but just bear with me TT. I love foreshadowing things so much UGH—] Birthday shopping was a bummer. Cassandra comes back home and is introduced to the fashionista Krille DeVuil. She was half Transylvanian, hence the name. Aka... TriBaroness. Because she has been a baroness of three barons, three times to many stitching companies for three times already. Also, fourth time's the lucky charm in her case.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Aries checked out her profile and all he could figure out was that she’s a bratty girl who likes to get wasted at clubs while her mommy dearest tries to fix her reputation. *** Cara reluctantly accompanied Keith to the party, but the atmosphere completely transformed her disposition. The atmosphere of neon lights, cheerful people, and the poolside arrangement were uplifting and energizing. “Let’s dance!” someone shouted in the crowd and everyone grooved to the beat of the music. Cara was enjoying herself until she caught sight of the entrance and was momentarily stunned. “Isla!” she attempted to conceal herself. Isla observed her disappearing into the crowd from the corner of her eyes and gr