Novel & Cerita Caraval Stephanie Garber

Nothing more. But the emptiness stung. The knowledge that her fairy tale princess wedding was over because of her step mother's ego and love of money and her husband unfeeling and unforgiving to her. The baby kicked, making her let out a thunderous growl, her hand smacking against the stomach. A life is growing in her, healthy. She turned her weight, tugging at the light cardigan on her shoulders and set out in the parking lot direction. The second she stepped out, a familiar voice cut through the air.

It’s trapped somewhere between embarrassment, confusion, and the way Lucas looked at me earlier like I was something he didn’t know how to handle. The library is quiet. Peaceful. Predictable. The kind of place where emotions are supposed to stay muted. Then I feel it. That familiar rush of chaotic energy that only one person in my life carries. “Marcella!” I flinch slightly and look up. Stephanie is weaving through the tables, eyes bright, steps hurried, excitement written all over her face. She’s smiling so hard it’s ridiculous. A few students glance up, annoyed by the noise, but she doesn’t care.

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.

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.

Stephanie's heart skipped a beat, and a sudden realization struck her. "Oh my, what have I done? Why did I bring the car?" Stephanie muttered to herself, regret filling her voice. She knew deep down that she needed to find ways to get closer to Jayden, to ignite a spark between them. Feeling a surge of determination, Stephanie reached for her phone and dialed her mother's number. Mrs. Miller answered, her voice filled with warmth. "Hello, dear, how can I help you?" "Mom," Stephanie said urgently, "please tell the driver to come pick up the car at the restaurant. I won't be needing it tonight."

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

“Oh, well, that’s not a bad thing. If you are not the same kind of people, there’s no need to force yourselves to be friends.” As she said that, she began to introduce herself. “My name is Cara. I’m having a grand wedding in Jeneva next month. Miss Carly, I watched your solo show. The wedding dresses were beautiful, and I loved them. So, I came here today to invite you to design a wedding dress for me.” “Call me Carly.” Carol asked, “May I ask for your last name?” “No last name. Just call me Cara.” “Okay, Cara.” … Cara was very secretive. She did not say a word about who she was.