Caraval Stephanie Garber Novels & Stories

I whispered. “I’m out of the frame, Mr. Ardiente so I have to flee. Bye!” I lift in the elevator and pressed the ground floor. “Stephanie must be jealous to that woman, I thought she is confident but why did she let the girl ruined her confidence? She must be silly for letting Caspian go, she needs to know that he loves her too.” I drove my car as I called her. She didn’t answer my calls but she messaged me and send her location.

The night I became a vampire's bride. Memories came flooding in. At the gala, no one had wanted to talk to me. Father and Stepmother had been busy parading Vicky through the crowd, laughing as they introduced their daughter to the vampire nobility. While I, the eldest daughter with the truly pure bloodline, stood alone in a corner. Later, I slipped away to the frozen lake for some air. The next moment, I felt a force strike me from behind. I didn't even have time to turn. I plunged straight into the bone-deep cold of the water.

And then I saw her. Cara. She stepped out of the darkness as if catwalking down a catwalk. Unfazed. Unapologetic. Evil. Caleb was behind her. He turned his head aside when I tried to catch his eye, as if he didn't want to see what he was a part of. "Cara?" I panted. "What's this? Why—why are you doing this?" Cara laughed. Not loudly. But coldly, mockingly. "You were looking for Alec Davis, weren't you?" she said.

I knew I shouldn't, but my feet were already moving. The master suite door was cracked open. I pressed myself against the wall, heart hammering, telling myself I was just passing by. I wasn't. I was a liar. I was a nineteen-year-old man with a fixation on his forty-year-old stepfather, and I was about to do something I couldn't take back.

Stephanie stood at the doorway, she had been counting down the hours until she could see Caleb again. Their phone conversations over the past two days had been lovely, but nothing compared to the warmth of a physical embrace. The event planner she hired had transformed the venue beautifully, but Stephanie's involvement in the process had been hands-on. She wanted everything to be perfect, not just for Caleb, but for Kayla too.

One voice was Evelyn’s. The other was a young man’s — Jake Lowe. This recording had been captured in advance. I spent a thousand bucks hiring a locksmith to quietly open Jake’s car and slip a tiny recorder under his seat. It was my final gift to him. On the recording, Evelyn’s voice was sharp and venomous, a complete contrast to the fragile image she was projecting in front of the cameras at this moment. “This time, we have to make sure Henry can never get back on his feet. His expression was off when he saw us in the school alley that day. He definitely figured out something!”

Why was it so fast? Lily opened the door and heaps of wedding gowns, hung on different five clothing racks with wheels, entered my room, with the staff who looks like from the boutique, according to their way of uniform. A woman, wearing a designer elegant casual fitted dress, strode forward with a smile plastered on her face. "Good morning, Ms. Laverde, it's a pleasure to work and meet you. My name is Caroline Stephan, your wedding organizer." she extended her hand for a handshake.

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

'I am the Aiden Knight, a millionaire at 25, among the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year according to Forbes. I can get anything and anyone I want, Except one, that's my step sister. I cannot have the one thing I crave desperately' my stepsister. Our story started in Texas. I went on a business trip to look at one of my restaurants in texas. That's when I saw her, Aria William, my memorable one nightstand. And I didn't know that she is my step-sister.