Caraval Novels & Stories

Emily’s POV The warm Caribbean breeze kissed my sun-kissed skin as I stepped onto the wooden deck of the private villa. Palm trees swayed lazily against a perfect turquoise sky, and the ocean whispered promises of relaxation. This was supposed to be our second honeymoon—eight years of marriage to Ryan, and I desperately needed this escape. At thirty-two, I still turned heads with my curvy figure: full breasts that strained against bikini tops, a narrow waist flaring into wide hips, and long wavy auburn hair that cascaded down my back. But lately, the spark in our bedroom had dimmed to polite routine. Ryan worked endless hours as a corporate lawyer, leaving me—a graphic designer who worked fr

She felt her nipples tighten again just thinking about it. After dinner, Aunt Carla wiped her hands on a towel and smiled at both of them. “I’m heading out with my friends tonight. We’re going to that new wine bar downtown. I’ll probably be back late, so you two should have some fun. The pool’s clean and heated. You can invite a few friends over if you want. Just don’t burn the house down.” Jackson nodded. “Alright, Mom. Have fun.” Aunt Carla grabbed her purse and keys, gave Mirabel a quick hug, and headed out. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the house suddenly quiet. Too quiet.

SARAH I wasn’t in the cleaner uniform tonight. I was in another disguise, just another one of the guests taking advantage of free barbeque while socializing around a bonfire. Covered from head to foot with gym pants and a baggy hoodie, my long hair hidden in a bull cap, I remained lurking on the edges, watching as an obviously inebriated Carl cavorted with one woman after another. He had turned on the charm. Even with his other good-looking and wealthy friends there, since there was a group of models and their crew that arrived to do a three-day photoshoot on the island, there was more than enough to go around. The fact that his friends brought him here to help him get over what happened to

She felt like a Fire Ant in the middle of the ocean. "Welcome to the Leroy Pavillion, members of the famed Falling Stardust. Your great name has been called within these walls thousands of times over the past few years. Your magic devices could be found everywhere in this Heaven's Envy we call home," a tall blue-haired young man with an obviously forced smile on his face dressed in the most luxurious of clothing came forward to greet them.

top delicate body totally catching her off guard “You’ll what haa? What are you gonna do Reva?” he questioned her staring deep in her twinkling black orbs with as small mischievous smile lingered on his lips where Reva was able to feel his hot breath lightly touching her soft lips while Ravan was able to sense Reva’s accelerated heartbeat “What are you goanna do if ill marry some other SMOKING HOT, SEXY girl?” he again questioned her in mocking tone but in return he received a tight slap across his left cheek “I’LL KILL YOU” Reva told in dangerous tone “I’ll kill you if you even dare to think of any other girl then me… you are MINE AND ONLY MINE RAVAN” She warned him crunching her eyebrows

Luckily it's also a masquerade ball so the two lovers can hide their identity and enjoy the party with her. Ruby created a false persona for them which goes like this: Carmilla is an aspiring best-seller book writer and Marcel is a traveling stage performer. They met while he was singing in a tavern, had a few drinks, shared a wonderful conversation, and then dated. They eventually got married but didn't stop doing what they wanted to do. Ruby is a fan of Carmilla's books and had become her friend after meeting her in a cafe so she invited the two of them to the ball since her mother and her knights couldn't attend.

I looked at him "I...I saw a girl who looks like me but she's....she's different she was in the alley everything was dark when she was on the ground when a guy who looks...looks like you came toward her. She was telling you about your red. They were red just like..just like they were. I told him. Locus fixed his attention on me and began moving toward me. I slowly crawled backwards. It's not because she was afraid of what she saw but because my heart was beating louder than ever, I was scared that Locus would hear my heartbeat because of how loud it was. When my back hit the wall he was inches away from me so I could feel his minty warm breath on my face. "What..what are you doing?" I asked,

________________________________________ *CARL POV* Hi, I am Carl Davis, Lando's second in command. He’s like a brother to me, actually. He’s cold and arrogant, but he’s someone that you can trust and talk to. For years he has waited for his mate. Whenever he sees other wolves with their mates, he would get sad. Every day I prayed to the goddess that he would find his mate and be happy one day. It never once crossed my mind that she would be a vampire. When he fainted James called me to a corner and we chatted a bit. ________________________________________

His mother looked across the square and waved, a smile spreading across her face, even at this distance. "You want to go visit your parents first?" Jocelyn waved at his mother, smiling. Caden waved, too. "Not now." "Why not?" He smiled, nodding toward the street. "Because the carriage is here." They looked down the street and the carriage was headed straight toward them, pulled by two beautiful brown and white Clydesdale horses. Their big hooves clomped noisily against the pavement. Luckily, no one else appeared to be waiting. "Shall we?" He held out his hand and she took it.

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.