Carol Stuart Novels & Stories

"Hurry up and arrange the meeting! With my mood today, I might hit the jackpot!” Carol turned to make arrangements, but I asked her, "Hey! You haven’t told me the gender of the representative!” "It's a woman." Carol grinned. "Her name is Eleanor Wallist." "Oh... Who?" I got into character. "You said her name was what?" "Eleanor Wallist," Carol repeated. I slammed the table and burst into laughter. "It’ll be a piece of cake! I realized my ideas are working today. It seems this year’s going perfectly. My luck is unbelievable."

Stacy was mimicking one of her professors’ accents so dramatically I had to clutch my stomach to stop myself from crying. We were still giggling when we stepped out of the dorm. Carol’s car was already there, her window gliding down smoothly. Stacy, full of her usual bustling energy, leaned forward with a wide grin. “Hi, Car!” she sang, waving at her. “Hey! Love your outfit.” Carol complimented her. Stacy was wearing a ripped baggy jean and pink crop top, finished with some Grade A sneakers. I had noticed she was a fashionista, and she slayed all her wears so well.

“The Young Lady has such a good character. I’ve worked for several rich families before, but they all rely on the little wealth they have to flaunt their power. They also boss us around. But Ms. Stanton even personally came to the kitchen. She’s really different!” Carol smiled. “That’s right. I’ve been here for five to six years. I’ve never seen Ms. Stanton say a harsh word to us before. Look at the butler. He always has a sullen face, but the moment Ms. Stanton is mentioned, he’s full of praise for her...” “I heard that Ms. Stanton broke up with the President of Ferguson Corporation. Is that true?” A newcomer inquired. Carol put down the things in her hand and gave the newcomer a wary look.

I said as Rose looks out of the window and my brother Rafael look at us from the review mirror. “Carol Stanley is my name. Why are you doing this?” Carol said as I smile and look at her. “Hmnn let’s just say… we are doing this for those people to stop harming people just for their greed.” I said and then Rose suddenly looks at Carol. “Carol Stanley, the pretty face and sexy figure of the modeling industry. Daughter of a business tycoon and a certified doctor, both son and daughter went against their parents and follow a career their parents are against. Very much like me huh.” Rose said as she smiles.

Carlos was in too much pain to. "Help me! Please, anybody! Help!" She cried. Never had she thought she'd become a damsel in distress and even if she did, not like this. "Shhh, shhh, we're not going to do that, sweetheart." He warned, "get back in the chair."

Carol frowned when she mentioned the human slave. Even Carol doesn't like Fleur not because she's some weak filth in his eyes but because she has nothing to give the king yet she was still alive and the king seems to be highly protective over her. No matter how much of a ruthless man Gabriel is, Carol still respects him and wants the best for his king.

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."

Ananas was currently using the bag she was carrying. "I delivered it, but who is that woman named Carol?" "You mean Carol White? She's the owner of that boutique. What's wrong with Carol?" "No, I'm not. I just wanted to ask about Uncle Douglas. Did you guys tell him about me rejecting omega pheromones?" Tristan shifted his conversation to Ananas. For a few seconds, Ananas and Gabriel looked at each other even as they looked like they were both trying to find an answer to the question asked by Tristan.

said her mom, but she was immediately interrupted by Catherine, pulling her purse towards her shoulder. “I am so sorry, mom. I...I don’t feel like eating. But I’ll grab breakfast on campus, I promise,” she advised before rushing out of the door and heading over to the school. Mentally reminding herself of her assignments and her flash drive that contained the papers she needed to submit for that day. Catherine was in the midst of scanning through Pride & Prejudice when she heard arguments coming from the dance hall she was passing through.

" The person's plane isn't available so I booked us with the first class airplane. It would be leaving in an hour. She carried my bags out and I followed sooth. " Can you look over the lady for me? The one in the news with Harry." I asked Jane. She nodded and pressed something on her phone. " The only places she appeared online were parties with Mr Tolstoy." She said. I felt a little bit jealous, I was hoping to hear something else. " Oh! There were videos from her school. She was beaten by her step-sister and step brother…for stealing from them. She looked more like a servant." Janet added. She passed the video to me and it brought a smile to my face. Her name is Eleanor Carol.