Caraval Novels & Stories

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?”

Carl snapped, his eyebrows furrowed as he gave her a sharp look. Vanessa gave a nervous grin and apologized before leaving. Carl’s energy was cold and intimidating—enough to make her feel like he could kill someone. Since Aster’s death, Carl had devoted himself to revenge and work. He refused to entertain anyone, even when his family encouraged him to remarry. He had no intention of loving again. Another knock on the door. His secretary entered with an envelope. "From whom?" "Sir, it’s an invitation from the Vellaria Family in A Country. Lord Valus will introduce his twins and the heir to his throne. He assured all guests that no conflict will take place during the event."

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

"Nope, that's not going to happen, ma'am, we are going out and that's final," Natalie said, Nicole didn't have any choice but to get off the bed, she waited as Natalie brought out clothes for her, she reluctantly wore it, still not wanting to leave the house but when she got to the front and saw that everyone of their staffs who didn't go home on holiday were out too, she cheered up and followed them, Natalie held her hand as they walked the short distance to where the carnival was been held, she didn't even know they did something like this in her neighborhood for New year's Eve, this was the first time she would witness it even though she lived here all her life.

When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal. _______________ Under the gaze of my magnificent father and this noble court, I would like to ask your hand in marriage. I promise you, Celine Coleman. Accepted? ______________ I promise you, Prince Cameron Crowther-his voice comes out strangely high and muffled, contrasting with his hard appearance. - Accepted. - With a triumphant smile, Celine returns to her seat and Cameron does the same. His smile, though, is as hard as armor, but the girl doesn't seem to notice. Out of nowhere, I feel a hand against my arm, and fingernails begin to scratch my skin. I struggle to hold back the urge to jump out of my chair. She doesn't

she countered. “If you want to win the crown, you have to work hard like the other girls. There's no shortcut in becoming the Luna Queen,” Came his passive reply. “Is that why you have scars all over your body, your pack wants you to win badly that they don't care about hurting their own,”

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

"Thank you...I don't know how to repay you." The owner smiled. "Just show up later, and we'll call it even. Name's Joe, by the way." Valle nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Valle. I'll be here, Joe." As Valle turns to leave, he's suddenly struck by an intoxicating scent that courses through his veins like liquid fire. His head spins, and his heart races with a primal intensity. He's caught in the grip of a ancient instinct, one that cannot be denied.

Every handshake, every smile was a calculated move. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached — tall, silver hair, diamonds that could fund small wars. “Mr. Whitlock,” she purred. “I didn’t expect you to bring company.” “Mrs. Greaves,” he said evenly. “You remember Elara Vale.” Her eyes flicked to me. Recognition. Pity. Maybe envy. “Ah yes, the infamous bride.” I smiled sweetly. “Infamy looks good on me.” Alexander’s mouth twitched — approval disguised as restraint.

Now I know they are up to something. Leila placed a small cake on my desk with number candles that had 18 on them. "What is this for?" I asked. "It's to celebrate you making it to the twins eighteenth birthday, without losing your ever-loving shit because god knows I want to everyday with mine and they aren't the same age. Also, for not killing Tyson in eighteen years," Sophie said as Leila lit the candles. I leaned forward and blew them out with tears in my eyes. They knew I was struggling with this, and they were making me feel better about it.