Carol Fanfic Novels & Stories

Carlos did like her. “Carlos, I’m bored of you. I don’t need your company anymore.” Carol decided to be cruel and said those words because she did not want him to waste anymore of his time on her. “I’ll admit that I liked your face at first, but I’m bored of it now.”

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.

"Kate can't know about this. Ever. Do you understand?" Carol nodded. "And this—whatever this is—it's complicated. You're young, you're her best friend, there are a thousand reasons this is a terrible idea." "I know all that," Carol said, and there was steel in her voice now. "I've spent three days thinking about nothing but all the reasons this is wrong. But I don't care anymore, Mr. Rich. I want you. And unless you're about to tell me you don't want me back, I'm not going anywhere."

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.

“Fera? Are you really here? You’re alive?!” I asked, “Why? Would you have preferred me to be dead?” Carol grabbed my legs instead of rising to her feet. “Why didn’t you come back, then?! Come on! Come back with me! Barnett almost killed me because of you!” I kicked her hand away, mirroring her previous action when I requested my necklace back. “This is karma. You wanted to be Barnett’s mate, didn’t you? So go ahead! I have already left.” Carol trembled, as if I had triggered a haunting memory. “No! I do not want to be his mate! He’s insane! All he does is drown himself in alcohol and abuse me when he’s drunk!”

she whispers. Carl and Carolyn are a black couple I've gotten together with for some pretty outrageous sex parties whenever I've been near Uncle Harry's house. I made the mistake of telling my sister how Nicole and her mom enjoyed Carl's well-hung black cock and now she's obsessed with it. I have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing Carolyn again. "Sure, I'll call Carolyn and see if we can get together," I tell my sister as I pull out my cell phone. Susan raises her eyebrows as she strokes my stiff cock through my shorts.

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 cried, gripping a handful of his hair so hard. “Because you’re my slut, darling,” Trent murmured, blowing hot hair over her pussy and watching her shudder and writhe beneath him. He dove in again, this time burying his tongue in her cunt while stroking her asshole with a finger. He had never taken her there, but Carol loved it when he fingered her rosebud, and considering he was trying to make her forget he had been gambling, Trent was willing to use every trick in his book.

And since Stella's already gone, the whole villa belongs to us tonight…" She bit her lower lip seductively as she flirtatiously moved her hands downward. Austin immediately grabbed her hand, his brown furrowing. "I'm not in the mood. And we'll talk about marriage next time." This was the first time Carol had ever been rejected. Her expression darkened as she continued trailing down, a little more forcefully this time.