Carol Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It is bigger and we can all carpool. "It is just Lee's imagination." I lie as I recall my encounter with Cara earlier. I still can't believe she locked us in the bathroom and the little tease had to vex me into a sea of sexual frustration. She has guts, I give her the credit, my cock just stirs thinking of ways I can get even with her. Fuck! She is here. Or it is my imagination?

Chris wobbled along the dimly lit hallway dragging Cara along with him. Cara struggled to get free from him, but couldn't. She was certain she had heard the voice before but couldn't point out where. She kept her head bent for fear of being faced with a nightmare of having sēx with someone she knows. It was better she only imagined she knew the man than to truly recognize him. She used her free hand to wipe off the lone tear running down her over-painted cheeks.

I said, looking disgusted. "It's too obvious, Cara! You're too blind to see it." He said, smirking at me. "I don't want to think about that. We're friends. I don't want to feel awkward with him." "Can't you feel anything? Like butterflies?" He said, obviously teasing me. "Stop it! I'm getting goosebumps," I said, avoiding eye contact with him. Carlon laughed then went to the bathroom to take a bath. I went upstairs to look for my mom. I saw her holding a check.

The beginnings of a thought are forming in my head, but before I can voice them, she glances down at her phone and sighs. "Almost five—sorry," she says, seeming genuinely apologetic. "I have to get to work." She tucks the phone into her pocket, then adds, "But maybe I'll see you around sometime when I visit my brother. Bye, Brandon." She waves down at him, smiling. "Make sure you take care of that dinosaur." "I will!" Brandon says brightly, holding up his new friend. "I'll take so much care of him!" Carol chuckles, gives me a nod and a smile, and heads off down the sidewalk. I stare after her, dumbfounded, until I feel a tug at my sleeve.

Bella’s lips twitched, but she had no words. Caro smiled faintly, but her voice carried more heat now. “Let’s be honest, Bella. I will tell you he truth, let me answer to that. Perhaps it's a Truth and Dare game right?" Caro laughed but composed enought. " Well my boyfriend is hot. I bet you can’t even keep your legs together when you sees him. You orgasm just by looking at him.”

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.

I dismissed it at first, assuming it was nothing more than the warning of my monthly bleed. “I suppose you're right,” Carol replied. “I just said that because my betrothed, Jerome, would also steal me if I tried to run away from him.” She blushed, but I couldn't focus on how adorable her shyness was. The ache in my belly was growing. Carol continued talking, more animated now, telling me about her betrothed, about their plans to marry next winter. All the while, the pain kept getting worse. A sudden, searing twist made me suck in a sharp breath and grunt as I grinded my teeth.

Her words painted a picture of a life filled with promise and love, a life that had taken a sharp turn into darkness. "I was in love, deeply in love," Carol continued, her voice growing softer. "His name was David. We were young and reckless, but we believed we could conquer the world together." Claus could hear the ache in Carol's voice as she spoke of her past love. He could see the shadows of regret that haunted her eyes. "We had dreams," Carol said, a hint of a bitter smile on her lips. "We talked about marriage, about building a life together. But then... then he got to know about how involved I was with El Patrio, the Beast, the organization.

Once they steadied themselves, he was positioned behind Carol. Carol maintained her expressionless demeanor. She turned and resumed her attack on the young man, who was a step behind her. The young man remained unfazed, his steps light and agile. In the blink of an eye, his figure had distanced itself by more than a step. A single "clang" echoed, and a gentle swing of the fan inexplicably deflected Carol's sword. Carol's face turned pale; from a young age, she had trained in martial arts and carried an air of arrogance. Until now, she had never been defeated so directly. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape, and she was about to continue her attack when Emma's voice rang out loudly

“It’s not your fault. It was just the life they pushed on us but it breaks me to see Elena still walking that same road.” Rob’s tone softened through the phone. “You said she was your friend?” Carol nodded. “I met her at the club where my mum left me at thirteen,” She looked down at her hands. “Sometimes leaving isn’t courage. Sometimes it’s luck and she didn’t get mine.” Luca let out a slow, frustrated breath. “I wish I could do something,” “You can’t,” Carol replied gently. “At least, not now.” Outside the window, the street looked normal again. Just cars and sunlight and people passing by but inside the room, everything felt different.