Carol Book Novels & Stories

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

Candy-now-Kimberly almost screamed. “You know,” Carol said calmly, “a hooker, a whore, a slut ... All those good things.” “But you’re married!” “Oh, that’s just a tax deal,” the girl responded blithely. “And the loudest, most foul-mouthed fuck in the Western world,” Bill Christian added as he and Brad came to the table carrying bottles of beer. “You can’t say that!” Carol protested. “You haven’t fucked every woman in the Western world, so you can’t know I’m the loudest.” Her face fell as she added, “I’ll have to concede I’m probably the most foul-mouthed, though.”

I can’t help but feel uneasy, thinking about how this dress will attract the eyes of many men. I approach her, take her by the arm, and we head to our destination. When we arrive at the Salvatore mansion, I extend my hand to Lilibeth, and we walk in together. I can feel her hand trembling slightly, so I squeeze it gently to reassure her. “Good evening, Mr. Carluccio! Please, come in.” They allow me in as soon as I hand my invitation to the entrance staff: “Welcome, Mrs. Carluccio!” Lilibeth frowns when she hears them call her this, and once inside, I turn to clarify a few things.

He takes care of me, shields me, and treats me in a way I never felt worthy of. Alexi worships me every single day. Little gifts and affection, time and attention, and he will take me with him whenever he can. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect man or a life that is just so tailored to what I needed. I sign the paperwork on all the little post-it marked spots excitedly, flipping through the loan pages and the business takeover details, having previously read through rough drafts with my own lawyer, and finally, get to the last page. Signing Camilla Carrero boldly on the last dotted line with a flourish and a massive happy smile. Almost jumping up and down, such is the internal happy, b

I say to her. Carol rips out a portion of paper from the end of a page of her notebook and write something down. “In case you don’t have my number.” She says to me. I take the piece of paper from her and stare at the digits. With everything that has happened recently, I don’t even remember if I did have her contact or not.

With trembling hands, she opened the locker to grab her books . but something inside caught her attention. An envelope. White. Clean. Carefully placed. She slowly pulled it out… and the moment she saw the writing, her blood ran cold. The words were written in dark, dried blood-red letters: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID CARA JOHNSON. Sara’s eyes widened in horror.

Instead, she went to a corner of the room where my bookshelf was and started touching the books there. "So you read," she said, stating the obvious. I couldn't resist the urge to roll my eyes. "No, I don't. I'm an illiterate who happens to be a book collector," I replied sarcastically. Carly ignored my comment and touched one book in my collection of series. "The Nancy Drew case files: playing with fire," she read out. "What's it about?"

The smell of brightly burning wood and the flickering island of light, surrounded by inky blackness was always intoxicating to me. And while riding herd on Van, along with the dudes that he was supposed to be helping me ride herd on, was going to suck, what was not going to suck was being around this year's crop of the girl counselors. Honestly, I've always suspected that Carol works very hard to have the best-looking young counselors she can manage to hire, and this year she had outdone herself. I don't rate women on the cheesy and useless one to ten scale, preferring a simple No, Yes, and Oh God, Please! This year's crop of female counselors had damned few Nos, and three honest-to-god Plea

Carol turned to Cindy. "Hello, miss. I’m Carol. Can we be friends?"

Caraline positioned herself comfortably on the sofa. The three books Caraline was holding were nothing but diaries, while the other was an album of memories from school. Rather than reading the diary, the woman was more interested in the collection of photos. There was a faint smile when Caraline opened the first page. Caraline was lost in the collection of portraits that the album displayed. She laughed occasionally at photos she found amusing. When she came across a picture of a girl with long hair, her laughter suddenly subsided. Her fingers gently stroked the image. There was a twinkle of longing in her eyes.