Carol Book Novels & Stories

His gaze swept over me so slowly, like he was checking if I was still all in one piece. “What are you doing here?” I asked, but it came out quieter and shakier than I wanted. “Saint, should we also get the rib-eye steaks or just the tenderloin?” That voice. Soft, light, and disgustingly familiar. Carol. I blinked toward the aisle just in time to see her pushing a cart toward us. She looked… radiant. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulders, her lips curved in that bright, easy smile that came too naturally to women who knew they were being watched.

Without waiting for Emma to react, Carol darted toward the source of the sound. The young man emerging from the forest didn't expect the maid to possess martial skills. Yet, his movements were incredibly swift as well. With a graceful gesture of his folding fan, he evaded the razor-sharp strikes of Carol's sword. Qri whispered, "Miss, aren't you going to stop them?" Emma smiled, "It's fine; let's watch." Carol, a slender maid, displayed swordsmanship that far exceeded the imagination of an ordinary person. Her attacks were relentless and swift. Her sword moved like the wind, striking like thunder, targeting weak points without hesitation. Yet, her opponent was equally skilled.

she replied coldly. Carol looked even more enraged. She snatched up her bag and stormed out with hurried steps, displaying her defeat. “Ashton will thank me when he wakes up later. Remember that! Only I know what’s good and what’s bad here!” Carol said before finally disappearing. ***

Megan's POV The mansion was larger than any of the residences we had passed, and somehow that made it feel less like home, and more the place where the Carusso family kept their prized personal collection. "Your room is this way, ma'am," one of the maids said, leading me down another long corridor, which ended in a door. She opened it to reveal a large bedroom, the size of which was at least double that of our apartment back in London, with one lone bed occupying the center. "If you need anything, you just call for Dorothy," she said, gesturing to herself. "That is me." She left before I could respond, and I stood in the doorway, staring at the lone bed until Arian's voice came from behind m

"Yes, Carol. Thank you." Carol waved her hand dismissively. "We're neighbors. You've had a rough couple of months. Your Raymond was never any good. I even warned you about him back then. Anyone could see that Victoria was trouble. You wouldn't believe it, and now, look..." Carol continued chattering. Her rough hand offered a small trace of comfort to my cold heart. Following Carol, I arrived at a bustling marketplace. Her niece, Lily Lewis, was renting a small shop that sold fashionable clothes.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked one of the girls with a man whose lip was locked in hers, kissing and smooching all the parts of her body as he deemed. Carol cleared her throat noisily to jolt them back to reality. “Oh my gosh!” The girl gasped, dragging the man out by the collar and apologizing casually. Carol’s gaze returned to Anna’s face but this time she looked away, cleared her throat and went on, steady but quiet. “I’m the wife of the man who helped your mother escape the night the Rosetti empire was being burned to the ground.” Carol’s head jerked toward her in disbelief. “What are you talking about?” She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing.

Carol, the girl obsessed with the color purple, sprang from her seat as if she had just sat on a cactus, and she rushed to D'Angelo's side with sparkling eyes. "Hey brother-in-law! I can't wait to come to the pack house and spend time with you and Lexi. And I can't wait for my nephew or niece, whichever one it is, to come," she exclaimed eagerly. D'Angelo, startled by her sudden appearance, managed a thin-lipped smile. "Carol, right?" he said, his tone polite but distant. She attempted to hug him, but he subtly curved away, offering a side hug instead. He seemed friendlier with her brother, Caleb.

In his opinion, Philip would definitely fall for Carol’s impeccable beauty. Coincidentally, Philip did not ask Aslan to bring the women from the villa, so Donald did not know that he was just a frog in the well. Carol used her beauty to do whatever she wanted, deliberately parading herself in front of the young talents from other guilds so that everyone could notice her. Although Carol's energy core was damaged, her beauty was unaffected. Combined with her identity as a holy maiden, her appeal was undeniable.

she then looked at Ben and greeted him "good morning Ben." "Good morning Carol." "Is there a reason you are tracking me Carol?" Carlos asked in impatience, he hadn't forgotten that Carol was Elaine's best friend who slept with Jasper when they were still together. He just don't know why she is after him now. "You don't have to sound like that Tom, I only wanted to give you these cookies. My grandmother and I woke up early this morning to make them and I decided to share with you, is that bad?" She looked at Mary.

Marilyn’s POV The library smelled like dust and old pages, a scent I secretly enjoyed even though I never admitted that to Caroline. She was already stacking books in her arms, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved shelf by shelf. I laughed knowing she would never be able to finish reading all those books today. “Take a look at this one, are you sure you don’t want it?” She called out, waving a massive hardcover book titled “ lunar legends and lore” I raised an eyebrow. “ Come on Caroline, you know I don’t go for such.”