Carol Novels & Stories

” “Maybe I don’t want to be in a relationship--” “Oh I remember the girl you talked about before! You sounded so in love. Where is she now?” Selene asked with a smirk. She needed to talk to Yohan because he could get suspicious of her for coming there though he doesn’t really know that Rojean and her were friends. “You never even told me her name!”

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Candy-now-Kimberly almost screamed. “You know,” Carol said calmly, “a hooker, a whore, a slut ... All those good things.” “But you’re married!” “Oh, that’s just a tax deal,” the girl responded blithely. “And the loudest, most foul-mouthed fuck in the Western world,” Bill Christian added as he and Brad came to the table carrying bottles of beer. “You can’t say that!” Carol protested. “You haven’t fucked every woman in the Western world, so you can’t know I’m the loudest.” Her face fell as she added, “I’ll have to concede I’m probably the most foul-mouthed, though.”

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Did I waste too much time, can I still succeed in getting my revenge against him? “Come on Lexi, wake up. A client is asking for you and he is in the champagne room. Why do you keep zoning out? Look girl, you need to hurry, this deal is cool and legit. I recommended you to him after getting part payment myself. Just go over there and give him your best performance, you’ll love this deal, I promise.” Carol urged me on, sounding a little too excited. Carol is her stage name, her real name is Graciela Murray and we have been quite close for the past year’s years although I never told her anything about my past. We go on some privat

The girl, Carol, came from one of the richest families in the city, so it wasn’t surprising that she knew Mark personally. Noticing that Mark wasn’t alone and the dean was with him, Carol finally greeted him properly. “Good afternoon, sir.” But the very next second, she turned back toward Mark and fired another question, “Mark, did you come here to pick me up?” Not long ago, Carol had celebrated her twenty-second birthday with great enthusiasm. She had no intention of joining her family business or taking up a job, so her parents had already started searching for a suitable groom for her. And it g

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love

I followed behind her without another word. Carol glanced nervously at her boss’s wife. In all her years working for wealthy men and powerful families, no one ever intimidated her the way Mary Black did. She looked young, even sweet on the outside, but everything about her screamed danger. Carol had watched her on the news multiple times and quietly vowed never to cross her. ** I noticed Carol staring at me again. “Is there something on my face?” I asked flatly. “Oh—no, ma’am. You look beautiful,” she said quickly, smiling as she stopped. “We’re here.”