Carol Book Novels & Stories

I haven't spoken with my brother, but I know he has told himself the same things. "The Golden men are cursed with poor romantic skill," Carol grumbles, standing quick and wiping her hands on her dirty apron. "I thought you all had learned your lesson, watching me leave a Golden man over this family business. You still choose it over the women in your life. You'll all be miserable."

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.

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.

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

A photo was displayed on the top of the shelf. Carlene’s expression appeared extremely sorrowful. She stopped midway into the study room and took a deep breath. Then, she stretched out a hand to the bookshelf and a square hole suddenly appeared on the wall as if she had just pulled some sort of mechanism. Inside the hole sat a book. It was a wordless book—not a single word written in it. However, Carlene rifled through it gently as if she could read it. Soon after, she stopped at a page and brought over a glass of water that she splashed onto the page. Two names slowly appeared on the page after it was wet.

Like we could sit here making fun of each other all day and forget about curses and wars and black magic. Carol looks between us with that mischievous glint only kids can pull off. “Are you gonna kiss or something?” I nearly choke. “What?” Selene blinks, startled, cheeks coloring faintly. Lily breaks into a wicked grin. “Yeah! You should totally kiss.” I’m about to launch a solid comeback—something about grown-ups having serious conversations, or maybe blaming Parker for all this chaos—but then— Carol jerks. Just a flicker, like someone’s yanked invisible strings attached to her shoulders. The flower crown slips from her fingers.

"I guess that is the reason he is arrogant. Did you get to thinking about that or just agreed with what other people said?" Caro walked back to Rory after leaving the wall. She snatched the book Rory was holding from her. "That is not my own, and if something happens to it, I will die." She set it down on the table and took a white box from the table, opening it and placing a piece of the cigar to her lips. Caro fired it up and smoked. She offered it to Rory, who declined it with a shake of her head. "I didn't know you smoke—was it Miles?" she asked.