Carol Calvin Novels & Stories

Shortly after, he picked Carol up and introduced her, “This is Ms. Kaelyn.” Jamie's tone was usually professional and somewhat stern in the company, but Carol was different and mimicked what she had seen on television. She called out sweetly, “Hello, Ms. Kaelyn!” Kaelyn immediately broke into a radiant smile. It turned out Carol was a little sweetheart from a wealthy family. She wanted to hold the latter's hand and take her into the kindergarten for a brief assessment, but Jamie insisted on carrying Carol straight into the principal's office. Kaelyn knew very well the influence of a legitimate daughter. Paityn might not have married Jamie, but Carol was undoubtedly cherished.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Calvin commented after lighting a cigarette he clamped in between his lips. “I don’t think she is just a normal human, ” Cord pointed out. The smoke of the cigar scattered all over the immediate space as Calvin snorted. “Huh, the way you said it, it makes me want to see this woman more.” And because of his words, Cord unintentionally chipped the edge of his armrest from the strain of his hands. Calvin saw this and realized he just spewed a dangerous sentence. The Master was just too sensitive when it came to her.

That was the best thing about being a Clair, is that nothing you have can be accessed easily, no matter what resources the person uses to take you down. "Everything is secure" he replies kind of relieved, "are you going to the funeral?" he asks with a smile. "Are you?" I ask tilting my head, he gave me a look before we both burst out laughing. "That would be a hell of a funeral" Dad chuckles scratching the back of his neck. That would definitely be one hell of a funeral for everyone. Camila's accident was no accident, it was planned and she was calm enough to drive right into it, she always did things a lot people would have never have done.

Calvin cared for his daughter and vowed not to let anyone hurt her again not even Camille, her biological mother. When he took custody of the child, he said he adopted her, for the young lady not to ask him about her biological mother Camille on the other hand had vowed to make his princess's life miserable, Camille claimed Barbara was the one that made her kill her mother and it's only right for her to pay. For years, Calvin thought this madness had passed then, but lately, he keeps getting this constant call, message, and gift, telling him that, Barbara will be taken away from him.

"You really did it! Aren't you afraid Evan's going to castrate you?" "Without Evan's approval, would that coward even dare to go through with it?" "Wow, congratulations are in order." "Hey, nobody makes it through life without inheriting someone else's hand-me-downs. Props to Cal for stepping up like a real man!" Camelia stared at Calvin's Instagram story, trembling all over with rage. To please Beverly, Evan had dumped Cindy on Calvin as if she were nothing but trash.

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"And who is that girl that Carlos is necking over there?" "Her name is Jessica," Stefano replied. "I don't give a fuck in high hell what her name is. Who is she and why does she look about sixteen?" Leo asked. "Because she is sixteen... and we know her from school," Marco explained. "Carlos hooks up with her all the time-" "Don't need to know about my little brother's sex life thanks, Marco," Leo interjected. "Just get back to the house before midnight for Lenny's first shift. Oh and preferably not completely stoned, understand?"

“Who is this-” “It's Caroline.” She sucked in a breath at once, “Why are you calling me with a private number, Caroline? Where are you?” “Taking a vacation. Look-” “What? Do you hear yourself? What do I tell the chairman? Caroline, you better get your ass here right now!” I rubbed my hands over my face, suddenly feeling hot. My heart still pounded. “I can't even if I wanted to-” “What the fuck does that mean?” “Listen, just… three days and I'll be with you. Check up on Alvin for me, okay? Make sure he gets everything he needs and tell him I'm very busy but I'll get back to him once I can. Tell him I love him so much-”

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru