Caraval Stephanie Garber Novels & Stories

I need to get home to prepare for the party I and Mariam is to attend. She dropped it inside the car and left afterwards,I was about to step into the car but a familiar voice stopped me. "Daniel"The voice yelled and I turned back,my mouth gaped at shock when I realized it was Stephanie. My mind boiled in anger and I tried entering my car trying not to attend to her but she's close to me already. "What did you want Stephanie"I said taking a quick glance around her body,she wore a moderate yellow gown and high heels,she haven't changed a bit,just that she has gain more weight.

⸻ That evening, Elaine stood alone in her room, the fading light casting long shadows across the floor. She exhaled slowly, her fingers brushing against the edge of her desk. “That’s two moves,” she whispered. Not a checkmate. Not yet. But the board had changed. Completely. She walked toward the mirror, stopping in front of her reflection. The girl staring back at her was no longer the same. Not the naive heiress. Not the broken victim. But something sharper. Something dangerous. “Lily Carter…” Elaine murmured. Her lips curved slightly. “You’re starting to feel it now, aren’t you?”

He noticed her watching him and gave her a small, reassuring nod, though it did little to ease the knot of unease in her stomach. The sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoed through the hallway as Cathy returned, followed by a woman who instantly commanded the room. She was slender, stunningly gorgeous, with raven-black hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her dress—a short, sequined number—glittered with every step she took, drawing all eyes to her. The woman made a beeline for Chad, who stood frozen in place as she approached him. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips, her movements smooth and practiced. “Hey, darling

kind of way. My suitcase landed on the front steps away from the door. Then came the second bag. Then my shoes—one by one, like a sad parade of rejection. I stood there, frozen, as Stephanie walked up the driveway. That homewrecker barbie! Waltzing in with her Louis Vuitton like she hadn’t just wrecked a marriage and a life. She stepped on my clothes—my favorite silk blouse, no less—and cackled like a witch. “Oh no,” she said mockingly, not even looking at me, “didn’t know this came with a sidewalk fashion show.”

I jerk a finger towards the door, never breaking eye contact with her. “Get out. You and your…” I pause, glaring at the figure on the couch, “...whoever the fuck that is.” The figure turns—and I am hit with the most beautiful set of amber eyes, so bright, so stark that for a moment, I feel stripped of oxygen. The woman rises to her feet, and I see the bright red streaks in her hair as she walks over, hand outstretched. “I'm—” “Cara. She's my assistant.” Sloane's voice clips, and I feel ‘Cara’ stifle for a long moment.

I whispered, blinking. He turned slowly. “Just came to get my favorite cup.” His voice was cold. Distant. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. He nodded. “It’s fine.” But it wasn’t. He turned to leave. “Wait,” I said quickly, voice cracking. “Please.” He paused. “I’m sorry,” I said again, guilt pouring out. He nodded again. “It’s fine.” He turned— And I slipped. My foot caught on the step, and I tumbled backward—but Ian caught me.

They forgave her because she said, Erella looked like an angel and the rest she said, they really didn't bother about it at all. "Your Grace, do you want to see the new catalog for women's dresses?" Stephanie asked the marchioness. She thought Marchioness Camille wanted to buy new dresses for herself so she told her assistant to bring the new catalog for women. When she was about to hand the catalog to the marchioness. The marchioness spoke.

Instinctively recollecting all the harsh treatment she had suffered in the hands of Hailey, she stepped into the room with her heels interrupting Hailey's thought. The latter lifted her head and her countenance naturally turned dark upon seeing her but she said nothing. Stephanie was dressed in an exquisite and quite expensive high low gown that was yellow in color adding warmness and brightness to her.She stopped by the foot of the bed,and stared down at the frail Hailey Collins. "Sad, " she smirked "Who would think the once high and might Hailey Collins would be beneath me today?" "I know you have been diagnosed with high blood pressure but when are you going to die?" she bluntly said "For

Stephanie said with full evil intentions. She made a mess of Amber's room, looking for anything useful. Then a piece of paper hidden within the pillowcase slowly dropped down on the bed. Stephanie smiled. Grabbed the paper then ran to her mom. Amber is planning to leave and she won't allow that. Arnold and Valencia were seated at the living room when a maid suddenly came in, breathing heavily. "M-Master Miller! Draven Harvy is demanding to see you!" "Mom! I need to show you something!" Stephanie said at the same time.

Sweet, perfect Rosealba. Stephanie’s smile soured. A stain. A parasite. A soft thing pretending to be strong. “I’ll peel the sweetness from your skin,” Stephanie whispered, setting the glass down. Her fingers flexed against the wood, nails digging slightly. “Piece by piece. Until Alactor Merikh forgets your name. Until your ghost stops haunting his eyes. Until he is completely mine.” She turned from the mirror, the silk of her robe brushing against her ankles like a shadow that moved with her.