Carol Fanfic Novels & Stories

I can't blame him, Athena is not his mate, but I love him. I excused myself to them, leaving a kiss on Athena's forehead and make my way to Charisha's room. "But he's your mate!" I recognize the voice from Xander's mate and Cailly's best friend, Rose. I stayed for awhile. "I know" Finally, it's Cailly's voice, but her voice is something I can't tell. Is she's sad? I'll find out why. I open the door, looks like they didn't notice me yet because they stay silent.

All the complicated and dark feelings are always calm and peaceful if I'm with her. "Of course, my Princess." I immediately pulled her hand closer. I grabbed her waist tightly and planted a deep kiss on her luscious lips. I could feel the warm and soft sensation of Lily's flowers. Of course, our kiss lasted a little longer, as if we wanted to fulfill each other. Celine is a tranquilizer for me. **** — Cara — "Truth or dare?" I challenged. "Truth." "What? No... that's a loser!" I was protesting the answer given by Flo, one of my friends.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Morris Jr and gorgeous blond locks, green eyes Liam the fourth, and me fifth. -"Why are you girls over here? Wait, Carol, are you hiding from Carl again?" She avoids him whenever he asks her something, and she fails to deliver. Everyone thought Carl and Caroline would end up being mates, but they weren't. Carl was very protective of her and still is, but in a brother-sister way, nothing else.

Behold, there stood Caro, talking to two men who were probably placing their orders and my heart beat even faster. I waited for her to be done with the men, and then I quickly walked up to her and tapped her. “What the…’’ she gasped, clearly surprised to see me. Why not? Who would have thought that I'd step foot into enemy territory to see her? Not Caro. Not with the way that we parted. “Please, Caro, can we talk?” I asked her in the softest way possible. She froze for a second and just stared at me without saying a word. I could tell she still felt something for me. I was so sure. I just didn't know what it was that she felt.

“Brother, stay out of this. I’m just teaching this wannabe social climber a lesson!” And then there was Carol, draped in a low-cut dress that barely covered anything. She pressed herself against me, her chest blatantly on display, rubbing up against my arm like she thought she could seduce me. “Lucas, you’re so blind to this fake innocent act. Tonight, I’m getting her drunk so you can see her true colors. Behind your back, she’s nothing but a flirt…” Carol’s voice oozed with smugness. “Enough!” I snapped, snatching the drink from Carol’s hand and throwing the glass to the floor.

Leaning over towards Carol’s ear, she whispered. “Blake wants us to play along, I don’t know what he’s up to, but he won’t abandon us. You play the hard to get, and I’ll play the compromising sister for the cars.” “Sister? What are you saying? I… I can’t just entertain this man; I have a boyfriend who gets exceptionally jealous. If, if I accompany you, what will he think?” Carol said with an astonished expression to fool the men.

Cara could feel her entire body reacting to him. After learning that he and his stepsister were struggling financially, she seized the opportunity and decided to "sponsor" him by providing for him financially. Then, she began seducing him with every opportunity she could get after confirming their relationship. In the summer, Cara would wear short dresses to deliver lunch to him, but she would never get a second glance from him. He would then tell her that the food she gave him was no different from the food served at his canteen. At night, she would slip on custom-made nightgowns and get onto him, asking for a night of intimacy. He, however, wouldn't respond to her at all.

Then she shouted after her in a shaky voice, "Keeping us apart won't do anyone any good, you know. Have you ever stopped to think about how and what we feel.. for each other?" Carol turned around to regard her with a wicked smile on her face. "If you think you've got my son ensnared in some Stockholm Syndrome kinda thing, then you're hugely mistaken. He will forget about you in no time. And you better pray I find him before the day runs out." It was on the tip of Cara's tongue to say 'or else what?', but she wisely kept her mouth shut and watched in silent anger as her lover's mother returned to her car and drove off.

"Uh, hey! It's me, Caroline. Just wanted to let you know that I'm headed to work now. Greg is picking me up since you're not here . . . bye." Cursing, I threw the phone down in the seat. Fuck! How did I forget? I promised I'd be back to take her to her shift. Who was Greg anyway? That fucking football player? My fingers clenched on the steering wheel. The thought of her alone with a high school boy made me see bright scarlet. I wanted blood. Needed blood.