Caraval Quotes Novels & Stories

Each had a quote on it—some romantic, some ridiculous—and I had to guess if it was something Roman had said to me or something she made up. By card three, I was crying from laughter. “‘You make my world stop spinning and start breathing.’” Ava read dramatically. I hesitated. “That’s… Roman. Definitely Roman.” “Correct!” she said, throwing confetti in the air. Aria snorted. “He actually said that?” I laughed. “He was drunk on wine and emotion, okay?” We went on like that for a while, the laughter echoing against the night sky. For a moment, I forgot the world outside, forgot the messages, forgot the eyes that still followed our lives.

CARL. Until you lose what you want... A phrase that adults in our family always tell you when you grow up and mature in life, and perhaps we do not realize when it has served us little or much during the whole journey. When Olivia threw all that inside my car in the middle of a strange night, in front of her apartment, I too realized her intentions, which made me feel desperate.

She hindered him; not by any stretch of the imagination keen on anything it was he needed to say. "Subsequent to causing me to feel so exceptional by at last for a very long period you're doing me the distinction of acquainting me with your companions, this is the point at which you choose to improve the pot with a couple of your kisses! It likely struck you as a really powerful method for keeping the bitch gagged and content, right?" "You're misreading what is going on, Cara." "Try not to call me that! I’m not your darling; I’ve never been your darling, and I won't be foolish enough to fall for your pretended charms again!"

"Big sis, get used to it. In the competition, thousands will stare at you and you must show them confidence. The ones staring at you don't even count as an audience." "Alright. Let's get in first honey." &&&&& Some minutes later, Carmelia exited the beauty house and entered the car. "Lavana, you took my breath away when I first saw you- even now, I still can't believe it's Lavana I'm staring at." Carmelia commented. "I still don't believe it's me too but the facts remain. I'm Lavana," "So about that tattoo; where did you get it? I clearly recall your neck is bare always and has no tattoo."

‌ Carlin's surprise was palpable as she unconsciously leapt from the spot she was standing, her annoyance momentarily overshadowed by the unexpected arrival of the ever-watchful chaffeur. ‌ "Can't you just appear out of thin air and save me the trouble?" Carlin's retort was laced with equal parts annoyance and begrudging admiration. ‌ Cathari's response carried a touch of amusement, as if she were savoring the moment. ‌ "Ah, but then I'd miss the spectacle of watching you curse at inanimate objects." ‌ Their banter, a dance of frustration and humor, painted the scene with a unique charm. Carlin's fire was met with Cathari's cool composure, resulting in a dynamic that was as entertaining as i

She said. Merry tried so much to listen to her words if she would be able to get some angry emotions or sarcasm from them, she also made sure that she looked at Cara’s face which only had a smile. “Know when it’s game over, it shows you are the sophisticated person you claim to be, respect his decision if you are after his happiness.” Cara explained, she looked at Merry and smiled “Live your life dear and have fun.” Merry nodded as she slowly went to her side of the bed, Olivia was stunned.

Then, after a few seconds, she lifted her gaze to meet his. “Congratulations.” This was clearly not what Raven wanted to hear. And he knew all too well that Cara’s calm exterior didn’t reflect the storm raging inside her. He stared directly into her stormy gray-blue eyes and asked, “Is that really all you want to say to me?” Cara curled her lips into a faint, bitter smile. “You once said Evelyn was a noble, powerful she-wolf. Someone like her is worthy of standing by your side. Now that you’re getting exactly what you wanted, of course I should congratulate you.”

Van sighs. “We heard how visitors here call each other’s, it’s us who named ourselves,” the statue on the right answered. “And I’ll be taking your queen,” the statue on the left chuckled. The statue on the right then blames Van for the loss of his important piece. “Don’t blame your stupidity on me,” Van chuckled. The statue of the barmaid comes to life. She proceeds to the table and replace the lost queen with a new one. Cara’s eyes widen, “what’s that?”

She forced herself to breathe through it, to numb everything until she could escape this gilded torture chamber. Don Salvatore slowly wiped his mouth with his napkin, each movement measured. "Choose your words more carefully, son. You may find yourself swallowing them later. And trust me, they won't taste nearly as sweet going down." "I seriously doubt that." The older man just chuckled, his smile carrying the bitter edge of a man who knew secrets his son couldn't imagine. Carlotta seized the first chance to slip away. The ache inside her was already clawing at every breath. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen," she managed, her voice steady though her insides were crumbling. "I think I should t

“I didn’t know that you were coming, Carol. How did you get here, and why is your hair all scattered?” “That’s because I dove myself down here.” “You did what?” He thundered. “I drove myself down here,” Carol repeated, shrugging. “I actually wished that Charlotte showed up. I would have run her over without thinking twice about it.” She said jokingly, but Sebastian was not having any of it. “Do you have a death wish? You know how crazy that woman is.” “Well, maybe your dear wife has ten lives or something. Can’t say that I blame her though. When you haven’t passed through what I have, then you are bound to act foolish and throw all caution to the wind.” Jessica put in, but Carol decided to i