Caraval Stephanie Garber Novels & Stories

While she felt relieved, the women looked displeased by how Kamilla gave Kara Stepanov a cold shoulder. "See, how arrogant that girl is, Miss Stepanov? The Petrov family should really teach her a lesson" the woman incredulously exclaimed. "Enough! You all go home now, its getting late" Kara fiercely declared, uninterested in any complaints. Without another word, she turned around and left in the direction Kamilla went. She had already lost sight of her but she knows where she is heading. With a Stepanov gift, Kara disappeared in the dark. As she expected, she catched up with Kamilla before she could enter the vehicle.

Every woman there kept stealing glances at him but his eyes kept finding me. I wore a fitted lavender dress that displayed my curves and showed just enough cleavage to be dangerously seduced. When I walked down the aisle as one of the bridesmaids, I felt his gaze burning into me like fire. My nipples hardened, my pussy needed him with every step. During the vows, when Rufus said “I do” to my mother, a feeling of jealousy twisted in my stomach. He was promising forever to her but I knew the truth, he had already claimed me in the back seat of his car.

Stephanie said chewing bubble gum while refreshing her makeup. She adjusted her boobs in her top which showed more cleavage than appropriate for my little sister. Cain walked into the room and Stephanie immediately gave him dough eyes. Werewolves could smell intent and he caught on to Stephanie's intent pretty quickly. "I'm only into older women." He smirked looking at me and Stephanie's cheeks heated. "Ugh As if!" she bumped her shoulders against his leaving the room. Josh stared at him with admiration and I smirked to myself "Got something to say?" Cain asked and Josh shrugged.

“Let me talk to her.” Lena grabbed his arm. “No. Let me.” Carson hesitated, but saw the resolve in her eyes. “I’ll stay close. If she tries anything—” “She won’t,” Lena said. “She doesn’t want justice. She wants attention.” Stephanie stood near the far corner of the ballroom, dressed in a sleek red dress and a cold smile. She was alone — no press, no friends. Just fury hidden behind flawless makeup. When she saw Lena approaching, her expression twisted into a bitter grin.

The devil said, looking over his shoulder at me, and I felt myself, dug a hole, and buried myself into it. The way this man was saying this, it felt like I had been hungry for a long time and he was taking me out to eat out of kindness. "I said I am not hungry," I interfered in a sharp tone. "She is just shy, Carlo," he said, blowing away my words as if my words had no importance. " Stephanie is in my cabin and she wants a tour of my office. There are very few girls who love to spare time out to roam around the office. That is why I want you to give her company and take her wherever she wants to go."

She grabbed Stephan's big hand and pulled him towards her dad, at the same time ignoring Florence who stood there like a clown. “Don't be mad father, I've always wanted to tell you this, but I've never gotten a chance to. Anyway, let me formally introduce you to my fiancée, Stephan. Stephan meets my dad, Carlson.” Mariana said to her father calmly, but her mind was racing rapidly as she studied her father's reaction. Bids of sweat rolled down her back as she prayed her plan works out. “Stephan? What's going on?” Carlson asked. He could feel the cold aura emitting from Stephan. He knows he's not an ordinary man.

Her words hurt so much. “Yeah, no wonder the two of them came in different cars or perhaps he jilted you because you stink!” Rose said and the flower girls laughed heartily, sharing high-fives when I heard a cold voice. It was Stephanie’s! “And who might this be?” She said, coming to twirl my hair. She seemed different. Her aura was cold and deadly. Her minions; the Refined, ordered the flower girls to leave and they left without much struggle. Anyone could feel the evil aura Stephanie and her minions came with.

I felt a pang of jealousy, but I pushed it aside and walked up to them. "Hey," I said, trying to sound cheerful. Stephano turned to look at me and his eyes widened in surprise. He looked me up and down, taking in my outfit. "Valerie, what are you wearing?" he asked, his tone disapproving. "Just something I picked out for the carnival," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Stephano shook his head. "You can't wear that. It's too revealing." he ordered. I rolled my eyes.

Reaching the front door, she hesitated only briefly before slipping outside. She didn’t know that Stephanie was standing at her bedroom balcony, gazing down at the quiet street. She saw Elarie step out of the house. She noticed how stiff and hurried her movements were. She watched as her stepsister made her way down to the road. Stephanie's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she leaned forward slightly, catching sight of Elarie waving down a cab that had just pulled up to the curb. She couldn't hear what Elarie said to the driver. But something about the way she clutched her stomach made Stephanie’s heart skip a beat. Whatever Elarie was up to, it wasn’t just a midnight stroll.

she grumbled. But the guards only tighten their grip on her which infuriated her more in return. Caleb was looking at her, his jaw tightening as he gently held my hand and pulled me behind him. Stephanie's eyes were covered with unshed tears. "What the hell are you doing here, miss Colbern?" he asked in a stern voice. "I came here to see you! I came here to let you know that Hazel was only up for your wealth. She's a gold digger—" "Talk more false shits about her and I will make sure that your family will rot in bankruptcy," he warned.