Carly Riordan Novels & Stories

“You’ve not yet uncovered all your powers. It’s going to take time.” “Rachel was definitely looking into the Blood Moon Hybrid,” I mutter. “All those books by C. J. Lowenstein, if I could get my hands on them—” My voice falters off as I recall something. “Taylor?” I sit up. “Kathleen, you saw the book I was holding, right? There was this weird sigil drawn on it.” Kathleen looks confused for a minute and then she blinks. “Yeah.” “I saw that same sigil on a tree—”

The dragon tattoo was on her shoulder. It was her. The woman he was searching for. Kyla's fucking mother? The hell? Cordelia sat, crossing her legs, a sly smile on her face as she stared at Carlos. The elegance, the expression, everything sent Kyla’s head spiraling. “It was you,” Carlos mumbled. “The one who killed Jayden. You have a great talent for making people speechless. Sadly, that’s a waste because you’re going to die here.” “So will many orphanages. I’ve planted bombs, and I currently have millions of children’s lives at stake. My men will blow them up the moment they hear of my death. I’m not afraid to die, Carlos. And I am certainly not worried about those children,” Cordelia said.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

Cyrus looked awfully uncomfortable, as the woman had moved her penetrating gaze over to my companion. "Who, what?" I sputter, not quite formulating a proper sentence. Her neck snapped back, startling me. "A handwritten letter from Alpha Landon," she stated formly, slamming an envelope onto the table. It had the royal wax seal. Bright red, a picture of a closed fist stamped on it, signifying the Power Pack. I reach out and grab the paper, feeling the glossy, almost shimmery finish.

Carolyn pursed her lips and muttered quietly, "This is what I said, but can you just ignore my words like a fart?" Ariella chuckled, "Carolyn, you have beauty, you have a great figure, and you have height, well, let's forget about that, maybe being in a coma for three years delayed your growth a bit, but at least you're still 5'3"! You are Ms. Carolyn of the Maddox family, you are also a top student, why don't you have confidence in yourself? Even though Carsen is tall, handsome, and talented, well, why am I praising him again? You are clearly excellent yourself, why do you act like you're not good enough for him?"

No one at all! " Here " Amelia said turning the computer to her. Carly's heart did a 360⁰ leap . This can't be can it? It can't definitely be Sadie. H..how? Her face turned red, her palms became sweaty seeing how she was classically seated. Truthfully, she looks beautiful. Seeing the picture made Carly berate herself. How did this happen? How did Sadie come to the top? She's even working with LBC, the third best modelling agency in America. Carly's dream agency. That agency is far more higher than hers.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

By the time we had to leave L'ambrosie, she had asked almost everything about me, my hobbies and well, the reason I wore the ring always which was the only thing I couldn't answer right. I had also occasionally asked about her and she telling me, her favorite color was blue, a social media strategist for different companies which had me gazing clueless for being out of the ordinary. Her favorite person was me which I could doubt but not dared to cause of the way she always gazed at me and lastly saying that she had chronic lymphocyte leukemia.

It just came naturally and no matter how she managed to quench the attraction, it only simmered, bubbling up and filling her heart with something different, something that she could not even explain. Ariel was angry at herself most times. Why was she attracted to her most sworn enemy? Why couldn't the attraction just go away as she wanted it to? Why couldn't she be attracted to a man like Alex, who was everything a woman could want in a man? Alex was handsome with curly brown hair that fell to his eyes sometimes, attractive and kind green eyes and a body to die for. His body was ripped, and he was huge in all the right places. Why couldn't she be attracted to someone like that? Why? Why?