Carol Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Miss Anderson, this is just a small gift from me. I hope you can accept it.” Diana had thought Carol was nice. But seeing the cheque, Diana changed her mind.“Miss Jefferson, what are you doing?” Carol smiled sweetly and said, “I just want to be friends with you.” “Then take back the money,” Diana replied at once. Seeing Diana’s attitude, Carol acted in her usual haughty way. “You must stop pursuing Brian. You don’t deserve him.” “I never pursued him! It is he who is always chasing after me!” Carol didn’t believe that. She looked disparagingly at Diana and stood up.

I know that I was dazed that night, delirious with hunger and fatigue and then I called out for help, to Ronan. I heard him reply. It might have been a dream but I know that he did reply me. The door creaked open, and Carol slipped inside, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity. Another familiar face. I barely even sent her a second glance. I wasn’t surprised about this one. Besides I was still raging about the time that she dared to put her hands around my mate. The tingle in my veins had resumed again, this time, with so much intensity, I felt like I was going to explode.

Like we could sit here making fun of each other all day and forget about curses and wars and black magic. Carol looks between us with that mischievous glint only kids can pull off. “Are you gonna kiss or something?” I nearly choke. “What?” Selene blinks, startled, cheeks coloring faintly. Lily breaks into a wicked grin. “Yeah! You should totally kiss.” I’m about to launch a solid comeback—something about grown-ups having serious conversations, or maybe blaming Parker for all this chaos—but then— Carol jerks. Just a flicker, like someone’s yanked invisible strings attached to her shoulders. The flower crown slips from her fingers.

In her attempt to make Anna jealous, Carol had almost forgotten everything else. She was wearing a short skirt that day. If Mark hadn’t caught her at the right moment, she would have fallen to the ground—and that skirt wouldn’t have been able to cover much. But even then, she was far happier that her plan had worked. 'My Mark is not only smart, attractive, and handsome… but also fast and athletic, she thought proudly.' 'If I say he’s the most perfect man in the world, I wouldn’t be wrong.' “Are you okay, Carol? Now leave me,” Mark said irritably.

Carlos informed me. "And so what? Where am I supposed to fit with all these?" I asked brusquely, but deep within, my heart was pounding heavily. Karius had an uncanny ability to make my heart race, even when I was seething with anger and annoyance. Despite my attempts to deny it, the truth was undeniable – I was undeniably in love with that man. My attempts to fool myself were futile. "Well, ma'am, there's still room for you there. The others are in the trunk," Carlos replied with a casual tone, but his words had a playful edge to them.

she said. "Thank you for today, convey my regards to your father!" Carol nodded her head, but her steps stopped at the door. She smiled so warmly at me—her typical cheerful face. If I were to give you an idea, Carol is like the sun. She always shines wherever she is. "Mattia, I'm serious, and I don't believe that woman is your wife. If you're playing around now, please don't play for too long. You know that I will be heartbroken, right?" Carol said such a sentence while blinking her eyes and smiling broadly.