Carol Danvers Son Novels & Stories

she cries, running over. The man beside her—tall, dark-haired, and intimidating—follows closely, his gaze locking onto Damien like a laser. “You!” Carol blinks, holding up her hands defensively. “Before you say anything, I didn’t kidnap him!” “ Paul Martinez,” Damien says tightly, stepping between Carol and the man. “What a surprise.” “Damien.” Martinez’s voice is cold, but there’s a flicker of hesitation when he glances at his son. The blonde woman kneels beside Carol, gently taking the boy into her arms. “Oh, my baby,” she whispers, tears streaming down her face.

What if I was wrong about everything, and I was about to expose my son to even more danger? But then I thought about Ollie's burned hand, about the fear in his eyes when he'd described his visions, and how he died in his previous life because I was too late to stop Sophia from destroying my marriage, my family and everything I cared about. I couldn't take any chances, this time. An hour later, I heard a car pull into our driveway. Through the window, I saw a woman in jeans and a simple sweater getting out of a sedan car. Carol looked older than I remembered, but she still looked her age. Twenty nine years was good on her.

From the way the civil registry officer communicated with Jace and the Carter family's attorney, it seemed like they had known each other for a long time and knew the Carter family's secret from the start. The Carter family's attorney, Daniel Carlton, led Caroline Westin into the meeting room in the J. Carter residence. All three J. Carters wore white blazers with similar golden ties. All three J. Carter neatly arranged their hair, so it was difficult to tell the three apart. Meanwhile, Ann wore a white mermaid dress made of satin with gold embroidery. Ann wore only simple makeup and styled her hair a little. “Hello, nice to meet you, Ann Davis. Today I am in charge of leading the civil regi

Garvin confessed sincerely. Caroline found it hard to believe, so she intentionally asked, "Can we come over to visit? I really want to get to know my grandchildren." Garvin's response shocked her once again. "I will send the pilot to pick you up." Caroline couldn't believe how beautiful this day had become. She asked once more, "Garvin, Robert wants to talk to you." Garvin was taken aback. Robert was Caroline’s only surviving biological son, and now Garvin was determined to investigate further and uncover the truth about what happened to her other children.

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.

They are both so sweet. "Oh my god! Sophie!" Mom screamed at Mom. This is getting confusing now! Well.... how does she know my Mom? Strange! Soon they started talking and gossiping like old friends. "Caroline.. you didn't tell me you're Sophie and Roger's daughter. I didn't know you're my little Carol" she said and turned back to my mother. Quickly everyone sat down. Dad and Dylan got the head of the table. Mom and Mom sat together! Ugh! I mean my mother and my to be mother-in-law. Daniel and me sat beside each other looking at the two lost old friends sitting opposite us. "Why did she call you Carol? I mean Cara is so much better!" Daniel asked.

She couldn't wait to share the wonderful news with Sarah and Dan. When Dan learned that Caroline would suffer from dementia in just ten days, he couldn't stop chuckling in glee. "Now, that's my daughter! You've only just returned, yet you're already helping us get back the things that are supposed to be ours!" Sarah was delighted too. "Have you forgotten what college Corrine went to? It should be a piece of cake for her to deal with Caroline." She continued, "I'll bring Corrine with me to shop for dresses this weekend. After all, I'm going to become the renowned Mrs. Evans Senior again very soon! That way, I can dress up when I return to the Evans Group later on!"

Carol was embarrassed by her son's behavior, she wanted to pull him down so that he can sit, but couldn't. So instead, she stood up too with a wife smile on her mouth. “Oh my goodness, you must be Ivana,” Carol said. Ivana smiled then looked at her dad. “This is my daughter Ivana Venus Bombwe Martins, the sole air of my fortune companies. Paul, how do you see her?,” Mr. Martin asked. “Huh?” Paul jolted out off his evil thoughts. “Aaah….” he cleared his throat. “She is so beautiful, so beautiful than my girlfriend!”

But once she turned around, she teared up, and she did not turn around to look at Titus again. … After Carol returned to Northvale, she did not have a moment of rest. She researched the most powerful men in Northvale every waking second. The moment she found some fitting candidates, she started filtering them out based on their ages, and she finally got her target. Dan Grand, the son of Solaria’s president. He was a Grand as well? Was it a coincidence? When Aster came back, Carol asked, “Astie, do you know Dan Grand?” “Dan Grand?” Aster could not figure out why she was asking the question, but after a moment, he looked at her. “Do you think I’m an idiot? Everyone in Northvale knows him. He’s

Nicole chuckled and walked straight to her, making her feel comfortable. "Oh what took you so long baby?" Nicole exclaimed hugging Caro tight, spun to Davis. "Oh no, no, no. No way. Don't tel me you hid this from me this whole time." She paused, arms crossed against her chest, brows going up. " Davis you owe me an explanation." "No. this must be a misunderstanding. Davis and I are....." Caro said. "You must be Caroline...Caro for short. " A feminine voice cut through from back, drawing everyone's focus to the direction. "I've been counting days until my son brings you."