Novel & Cerita Caraval Stephanie Garber

When she stopped beside me, she reached out naturally, letting her fingertips rest lightly against my forearm. It was such a familiar gesture, it was the one she had used countless times before except that it made my skin crawl now. I remembered another hand. Eric's trembling hands as he struggled to breathe beneath my grip. I remembered Marianne, the reports, the fabricated confession, the staged suicide. Every smile Stephanie gave me now carried another person's blood. Yet, I smiled back. If anyone had entered the room, they would have believed two lovers were quietly reconciling after an argument. Only I knew every smile was another layer of the trap tightening around her.

Our breaths turned ragged, and he leaned closer, our lips inches away from each other as his fingers worked their way down my throat, lower and lower. The image of last night rushed into my memory, and a traitorous moan escaped my lips. Zane’s eyes darkened to a deep shade. I gasped and immediately took a step back, like his fingers burned. “I…I need to leave.” Shaking the thoughts off, I sidestepped him, and this time he didn't block my path; instead, he turned and watched me walk to the door. “Where else are you going to get the money you need in less than a week, Stephanie?” He suddenly asked.

Maybe we should console each other? Carrie went to Stephan and kissed his cheek. ‘Thanks for the warning, and the offer. But if I choose to dance with the devil I shall fight for him too!’ CHAPTER 13 The flight had been the only relaxing time Alexis had had in weeks. He’d worked so damned hard imtil his accident. He brushed the bum on his cheek and forehead which was healing now, as was the one to his back. Whoever had set the Grecian Summer on fire the first time had stmck again once it had been towed back to port.

3rd Person POV As Stephanie and Emile made it to the bottom of the steps, one of the fellow fashion designers who attended the baby shower approached Stephanie with a beaming smile showing off her perfect teeth. “Stephanie, it’s time for presents!” She grabbed hold of Stephanie’s arm and pulled her away from Emile toward the large, plush chair that looked like a throne for a queen. “Sit, sit,” she insisted as she gently encouraged her down onto the seat. The young woman turned and grabbed something nearby, coming back to put a tiara on Stephanie’s head.

Then, Carmilla arrived. Carmilla stepped out of the elevator and onto the red-carpeted stairs. She wore a midnight-blue gown that sparkled like stars, its fabric hugging her frame gracefully, with a daring open back and a high slit that revealed her toned legs as she walked. Her hair was swept into an elegant updo, allowing her diamond-drop earrings to catch the light with every step. Her makeup was delicate yet defining, eyes rimmed with soft gold, lips a warm nude blush. Harrison’s eyes lit up. He stepped forward, offering his arm with quiet dignity. Carmilla met him halfway and gently slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.

Sophia Cole adjusted the strap of her silk gown as the chauffeured Rolls-Royce glided through the wrought-iron gates of the family estate in Paris. Snow-dusted pines framed the sprawling mansion like a winter postcard, but the knot in her stomach had nothing to do with the cold.

Catherine couldn’t believe what was going on, as she staggered. “Hello, Aunt Stephanie. It’s nice meeting you. I am Carla and I am happy to join your family. I hope we have a lovely relationship together. You also need to know that I am the kind that give back the type of energy I get. I hope you understand?” I said as I smiled sheepishly at her, which made her jaw dropped. I knew the decision I took would come with great consequences, but I was ready for it all. I was ready to unleash the demon in me and treat people the way they deserve.

That was why she had Tyler take the initiative to look for Stephanie instead. But Stephanie, that ungrateful bitch, refused to get back together with Tyler no matter what. This time, she even caused Kiara to suffer from a miscarriage. "She's the culprit behind my suffering, but Ty doesn't care about that at all. In fact, he does all he can just to win her back!" Kiara smiled bitterly. "Then again, what else can I do? After all, she's the Ford heiress…" "What did you just say?" Martha looked stunned. "Stephanie? The Ford heiress? Are you talking about the Fords, one of the Four Powerhouses of Jetterpolis?"

Narrators POV; Esther arrives at an hotel and she walks into a darker coner of the parking lot as she carefully examines the expensive cars of different sizes, colors and brands parked there. She looks around to be sure shes not being watched and then she pulls off the baggy dress. Only to reveal an orange crop top which is strapped tightly against her bust, but reveals no part of it. It only makes it's presence well known and helps to outline the perfect shape of her upper body.

I needed every contract I could secure, every dollar banked against medical bills that grew heavier by the week, every ounce of goodwill this industry still extended toward a woman who'd built an empire out of nothing but stubbornness and desperation. I dressed carefully for the gala that evening, transforming myself back into the composed, untouchable Ivy Sinclair the business world expected, dark silk, hair swept into something severe and elegant, the kind of armor that made grown Alphas think twice before crossing me. I studied my reflection one final time before leaving, searching for any trace of the frightened girl who'd once fled a house before sunrise, and found, as always, only a st