Carol Novels & Stories

Carol hands out James’s birthday present to William. "Hey! I don't want to hold things like this.” his protest, even though Anthony or Sihan was there too. Carol smiled faintly. “Because you look the least busy right now.” “What? Shit!” Carol is indifferent to hearing curses that are limited to barking at her. Carol came over to Anthony's side so she could whisper in his ear. "Anthony, I'm sorry to bother you earlier..."

When Carol saw the distinguished guest that Eilynn was talking about, she recognized her as the strange woman she met that day on the top floor of the hotel. She walked over and greeted her. “Hi, I’m Carly.” The woman smiled faintly as she sized her up. She pointed to the seat across from her and said, “Miss Carly, please have a seat.” Why did her voice sound so familiar? “What’s the matter? Do you know me, Miss Carly?” That question reminded Carol of Aqua. However, this woman was not Aqua. There was absolutely no resemblance in their features. “Your voice sounds a lot like someone I know,” Carol

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.

I drift off with a satisfied smile on my face. Aiden’s POV Carol is awoken early the next morning by her phone ringing. The sound shakes both of us from our groggy sleep. I keep my arm wrapped around her torso as she turns over and picks up her phone. “This is Carol Miller speaking,” she says. She manages to make her voice sound completely ordinary despite her being woken up only moments before. A fond smile tugs at my lips. For a moment, she listens to the other side of the call. Her eyebrows pull together with concern. “Really?... I see. Okay… Okay.”

"Hello, mother. What a pleasant, unnecessary feast. Oh look at that, you're here too, I didn't notice you, Malcolm." Two can play at that game. I glanced away then sharply turned to him, "Edward? Oh hi, I was scared there for a moment. I saw a walking suit and thought, 'hey, who let a ghost in'?" Caroline coughed a few times, choking on her water. "I'm sorry--" she looked cute trying not to laugh. She was forcing away the smile by biting her lips. I could make it easier by biting those lips and keeping them busy.

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.

Carol hugged those of us who were returning staff, and enthusiastically shook the hand of Cindy, a cuteish redhead who was the only newbie in our van. Hugs from Carol are nice. Even at forty-one, she still fills out the orange uniform shorts nicely, and the white camp t-shirt very nicely. It is always a good day when Carol decides to work the swimming hole. And if Carol doesn't know the libidinous effect that she has on the young guys, campers and counselors alike, I'll eat my hat.

She whined. I looked at her empty plate. There was no single crumb of food left. I knew she was waiting for Noah to come back. And he did, just as we were about to leave. Carol jumped in front of him shamelessly. Noah had his regular cold expression. “Hi, I'm Caroline, but you can call me Carol, I'm Solene's cousin, nice to meet you.” I should have told her not to bother. Save her from the tragic embarrassment Noah Campbell dishes out to people

Pain doesn’t just vanish because you name it. Carol perched on the windowsill like a cat, arms still crossed. “You know,” she said, “for someone who was supposedly just eavesdropping, I already know your entire plan. Every shady detail.” Grey sighed. “Carol.” “No. I’m not judging.” She shrugged. “I’m saying I want in.” My brows shot up. “Really?”