Caraval Quotes Novels & Stories

I replied. “No, that's horrible,” she huffed. “I'd literally walk up to him for a death match if he ever does that,” “Okay, give me a minute,” I heaved. I moved my phone away from my ears, scrolling through my feed to check his story. “People never feel the same way for you like the way you do for them,” “There's always a third wheel in a two ride carriage,” There were other quotes in his story and reading them only made me feel like my insides were twisting and turning in the wrong direction.

Soon, a familiar face was revealed. Cautious and fear-stricken, Carol instinctively took a step back. "Is that really you?" The person behind the wheel sneered, their features devoid of emotion. They delivered a chilling command, "Step into the car." Adhering to the age-old wisdom of "once bitten, twice shy", Carol couldn't sense any selfless motive behind this unexpected appearance. "Why?" she asked, her skepticism evident. In response, the person said cryptically, "Don't you want revenge? Do you seriously want to live the rest of your life with this tarnished image?"

Carver took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "You are a smart woman and have the potential to be a man's dream woman. I'm sure, one day you will definitely get a better man than me," said Carver. "No. I already love you, Carver. I would rather lose my pride and chastity than lose you." Clara tightened her arms around Carver's wide body which exuded a masculine scent. "I won't let you out before we enjoy my body as a sign of our bond!"

“How does it feel knowing you lost to someone who fell flat on his ass halfway through the second round?” “That was karma trying to stop you,” Cameron deadpanned. “Bold of you to assume karma’s on your side.” “Karma has taste.” “I have talent.” “You have audacity.” “And yet,” I echoed, squeezing his hand, “here you are.” He groaned. “If you quote me one more time, I’m pushing you out of the car.” I grinned. “You love my quotes.” “No, I tolerate them.” “You tolerate me.” “Barely.”

“Don’t say that out loud!” She laughed against my palm, then pulled away. I shot her a playful glare. “You know that was Karma, right? For slapping Chris.” Carol rolled her eyes. “Karma ain’t real.” We both burst into laughter, walking down the hallway together, our giggles bouncing off the walls. “But seriously, Professor Hartley noticed me today. If he wasn’t our Professor, would have shooted my shot.” “No, you don’t mean it.” “Yes, I do. I’m pretty enough to bag any guy I want, boo.” I knew she meant it. Carol was defiant and courageous enough. The tall-model issh with the vixen face card kind of hot too. Just that she misused her gifts sometimes.

Although he tried, Carlos couldn't help but burst out laughing hearing her speaks and remembering the amount of madness that came out of Sara's mouth and the indignant faces that both Gina and Jazmin showed, but as soon as he regained his sanity, he sighed. “What am I going to do with you, bellicose Parlanchina?” He continued smiling, gently stroking her cheeks, and looking at Sara in a way that made her feel special and different. “I could almost swear that if my beloved mother Camila heard you doubt so much, she would tell you: ‘Never let others turn off your light. The only guarantee that you have of being happy is yourself.’ Always remember my beautiful girl.” **«»** At the Mon’tblank, a

“Wow. A tall law student who strums a guitar. My ovaries are quaking.” Kara elbowed me. “Stop being so cynical! He could be your soulmate!” “Or another freak with a magic bag of sex toys,” I shot back, licking chocolate off my thumb. “Let’s not forget your taste in men is… questionable.” She laughed, swerving her sleek red car out of the lot once we slid inside. “Trust me, this time you’ll thank me.” “Mm-hmm. If I survive, you owe me a twenty-pack of chocolate bars. King-size.”

sounded behind me. I turned. A carrot. A literal carrot. Standing upright in the soil like it owned the patch. “Sweetheart,” it said with a tone like a PTA mom who found vodka in your locker, “I may be a root vegetable but even I know rock-bottom when I see it.” I blinked. “Are you… talking to me?” “Who else? The wind? The worms?” The carrot waved a leafy arm. “Honestly, girl, were you dunked in a curse or did you just bathe in failure and call it perfume?”

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

said Coralis. “Meaning you won’t remember it by the morning,” said Henry. “Meaning you meant every single word you said,” said Maribel. “It’s okay. We all will remember it for her, and I’m sure Frank isn’t about to forget,” said Mark. “You know what? I think I also want to find myself a woman who’d be willing to burn down the world for me and who will tell me all these things,” said Carlos. “Right? Like I said, she raised the bar pretty high,” said Mark.