Carol Danvers Son Novels & Stories

Carole laughed at her antics. “Danni takes after her father I swear.” She said with a twinge of longing. “Oh?” I asked watching the children chasing each other, laughing and joyful unaware of the heartache of the world. “Yes, he died a while back, unfortunately.” I looked back to Carole a dark expression crossing her face for a moment before returning to normal, I squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. I couldn’t imagine life without Damon. “So, tell me why I have to have a wedding exactly?”

Carol said across the room to her husband, "This is just like when you and I double teamed Zara a few weeks ago." She wanted to shock Sheila again... since Zara had been her daughter's best friend back in high school. "Exactly so," Robert agreed, "except she was facing up and you're facing down right now," as he pumped in and out of the most invitingly gaped asshole ever. "That's right. And don't forget that I was the one who took her anal cherry in the next bed over from here," Carol recalled.

"By the way, this is Roger Davenier-my boss. Roger, this is Carla, and Valerie-my best friend since we were kids." Carla's eyes widened slightly at his introduction. "You... you're the son of Mr. Davenier?" Roger nodded politely. "Yes. You know my parents?" Carla gave a small smile. "Who doesn't know Victor Davenier? Of course, they wouldn't know me. But I never thought their son would turn out so handsome." Roger smiled politely, though his mind stayed focused on Alexandra. Meanwhile, Alexandra took her mother's hand and brushed back her hair gently. "Please don't be sick, Mom... I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered.

"I want to ask you this, Chief Thompson. Does her face not look familiar to you?" Kreil recoiled immediately. He'd been so preoccupied with begging for a chance that he'd forgotten about Carol's presence. "Carol Dames, born 1977. She was from Uludon, but she's currently without a fixed place of residence. She's a habitual scammer and very good at making a scene." Aria grinned. "Where's your grandson, Ms. Dames? Mind showing him to us?" "Save me! You're my cousin, after all!" Carol shrieked, reaching for Kreil.

He informed and I nodded hugging the woman back. "Oh, if your mother was here right now, she must be so proud of you, Valentine for choosing her," Dana whispered wiping the corner of her eyes with the pink handkerchief. Her eyes turned foggy remembering the senior Romaro lady who was no more in the world. "Okay, the corner table at the end is empty. Take the seat and order what you want. Carter is still around." "Who is Carter?" I asked and Dana chuckled. "My one and only son. He serves the customers when doesn't attend university. He is a professor there. Go on children, mark your seat before someone else take it." she ushered us ahead and Valentine eagerly rushed with me towards an empty t

Danielle’s family frequently borrowed money from a billionaire whose very name struck fear into anyone who heard it, Lord Lionel Rick. The Rick family had two sons, Lionel Rick and Carole Rick, born to the same father but different mothers. Mr. Rick favored the younger son of his second wife far more than the eldest son of his first wife. However, Carole had no interest in business, only in art, working as a freelance painter, so Lionel Rick was temporarily given control of the inheritance. His personality was heavily affected by his mother’s death and his father’s biased treatment.

Sarah snapped at his son. "I am scared mom" Carols whispered pathetically. Sarah glared at her son. "Why can't you be like Drake? Go and stay in your room. Don't come out until he leaves" Sarah shooed her son away. She is scared that, he might give them away. When Caroline came down to greet Drake, he is nowhere to be found. But she could hear voices from Roland Hamilton's study. Caroline silently stood outside the door to eavesdrop on their conversation.

she added, then looked at Trish, Duke Carolus, and the other people in the room. “Let’s go.” She embraced Duchess Carolus and walked out of the room, followed by the others. “God, please save my son.” Duchess Carolus was crying in Adaline’s arms. Her son was the most precious thing in her life. “What’s wrong with him? He’s never fainted before. He’s powerful,” she added in a low voice. “Calm down. Kaven willl be fine.” Adaline tried to cheer her up. “She’s right. Kaven wouldn’t pass out with just a wound like that.” Duke Carolus looked at his wife while remembering the fight between Hanry and Kaven. He then glanced at Trish who seemed to be thinking about it too.

"He listens to you, doesn't he? Stop him! Call him back! Remind him who he belongs with!" Carol's expression darkened slightly at Bianca's tone. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass as she lightly reprimanded. "Careful how you speak to me, dear," she said coolly. "Adrian is my son. I know what's best for him." Bianca swallowed back the urge to scream. She wanted to throw something, destroy everything but she forced herself to breathe and to think calmly. The truth was, Carol wanted Adrian to marry her than Noelle who was merely someone she thought who leeched off his son. That much was clear. But the older woman was acting far too calm, too confident, as if she believed this wa

The same damn light colored dresses and mostly white. She touched the dresses colored in dust before her eyes fell on something hidden at the end of the cabinet. A small diary, with hesitant hand she grabbed it and using the long sleeve of her dress she cleaned it, same as the notes, the writing had lightened on the diary pages as well but not enough to become unreadable. Closing the door, she didn't move away from facing the cabinet and opened the diary reading the first page, Carol, Her Substitute. Carol, a 19 years old young girl, her mother died when she was born and father was diagnosed with cancer, she belonged to an extremely poor family, she didn't have any money to get her father a