Caraval Stephanie Garber Novels & Stories

Her round and moderate buttocks sat beautifully well in her gown. Suddenly, a car horn sounded from close by, and Stephanie rushed to the window. She lifted her curtain from the side of the window and peeped out to see an unfamiliar car in front of her compound. “Did Sebastian buy another car?” She questioned herself as she dropped the curtain. She carried her silver frame bag from her shelf and hurried out of the room. She ran to the main door and as she opened it, Sebastian lifted the bouquet in his hand to her face. She smiled widely as he lowered the flower.

Both Owen and Stephanie stared at each other, and he walked off into the room, leaving his stepmother there alone. Mrs. Davenport took out her cellphone out of her purse and dialed a number. “Hello dear, Lavenda. How’s all the preparation going, darling?” she walked out with a light chuckle. “Yes. I’m preparing all this. You should take care of that silly boy. Or our plan might fail,” her voice turned serious all of a sudden and she hung the call up. Owen and Stephanie both left the office building in a black Mercedes car. As soon as they left, Owen didn’t notice someone he was searching for so long, just outside his car, who strutted inside another building following a guy in white.

Irina "You look absolutely pathetic, Irina." The voice drips with venom. I slowly turn away from the cracked mirror, my heart sinking into my stomach. My stepsister stands in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Stephanie is draped in a stunning red silk gown that hugs every curve of her body perfectly. Beside her stands Elise, my stepmother, looking equally pristine and wearing a scowl that deepens the wrinkles around her mouth. "I am just trying to make myself presentable for the Mating Gala," I say. My voice is quiet, barely a whisper. I smooth down the worn fabric of my faded blue dress, trying to hide the fraying hem.

As she walked, she gradually took off her outer jacket and threw it on the ground, revealing a short one-piece topless dress inside. She stepped in front of Carwyn Levi, her eyes glimmering over his handsome, flawless face, clearly wanting to seduce the man he was having sex with. Seeing that Carwyn Levi's expression did not change, there was no sign of disgust with her. Caroline Elizabeth felt even more cheered, reaching out to gently stroke Carwyn Levi's shoulder. Suddenly, her arm was stopped by his hand reaching out. She looked a little bewildered, furrowed her brows, looking at Carwyn Levi curiously, wondering why he wasn't moved at all by this charm.

She felt that her relationship with Harry was not for something serious. Kimberly descended the stairs very elegantly. An olive green satin dress was her choice tonight. The dress looked shiny when the light hit it. Spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline showed off Kimberly's alabaster skin. Kimberly tied up her hair, making her beautiful neck even more visible.

I ask, still laughing from Carl roasting me over the disaster that was Jenny Fleet—also known as "The Inhaler." Carl doesn’t hesitate. “Easy. Stephanie Manchester.” “Shit, she’s got a full set of DSLs. And that tongue—” I let out a low whistle, shaking my head. “You ever get a blowjob from her? I swear I almost came in thirty seconds.” Carl goes still. His expression shifts—barely noticeable, but I catch it. “What?” I frown, sitting up. He mutters something under his breath. “Speak up, dumbass.”

she affirmed, determination flickering in her eyes. Stephanie meticulously adorned herself in a style that exuded elegance and opulence. The luxurious fabric of her attire clung to her curves, accentuating her shapes. With Alex's words echoing in her mind, she clasped the piece of paper in her hand, which bore the address of Lena's fashion house. As Stephanie descended the grand staircase, her sister Emma intercepted her, curiosity etched upon her face. "Stephanie, where on earth are you off to?" Emma inquired, her eyes scanning Stephanie's extravagant dressing.

Delaney said as she walked up to me and stuck out her hand. "Um, yes, right. Derrick, Emberly's stepbrother, It's nice to meet you, Delaney. I hope whatever she has said about me has been good?" I said as I smirked at Delaney. "Has Emberly ever talked to you about modeling because you would be perfect for our clothing catalog? We will be doing our Spring wear in a couple of months, and it pays quite well," I rambled. My brain fell out, and all I could think of was work beyond telling her outright that she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen beyond Emberly.

Isabella’s POV It’s finally the weekend, we just got to The Hamptons. Stephanie is having her close friends and family in her beach house for her birthday. I got her a present even though Carter specifically told me not to get her anything but that’s just rude going to a birthday party without any present. Anyway I know she’s into clothes and fashion so I got her a vintage 1950’s Chanel bag, there’s only 3 of those ever made I brought it in an auction.

And like the devil's little advocate, Stephanie strutted into my office door. “Adam, are you in here?” I step out from the lounge and slightly beacon her into the area. I didn't need her perfume scent to linger in my office when she was gone. No matter how sensational they smelled. She raises an eyebrow in question but still strutted over. She immediately took her seat on the black leather couch and crossed her legs over, like she owned the damn building. A slight frown appeared on my face at the sight of her poise. “Adam, I regret to say this but we have a problem, well another problem. Eloise and Geoffrey want to meet with my fiance and they are really hard to convince so yeah we need to g