Carol Stuart Novels & Stories

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.

The crowd buzzed with speculation, and a bold journalist asked, "Excuse me, sir, but this is the sixth time you've announced Mr. Stuart's wedding, and it has never happened before. What's the reason?" Stuart, taking the microphone, replied, "It didn't happen before; that's why I'm announcing it now." The press erupted in further discussion. Camilla, noticing the chaos, took the microphone and confidently stated, "Hello, everyone. I'm the only daughter of one of the top businessmen in our country. I know about Mr. Stuart's canceled weddings. I don't know about other brides, but I won't disappear. I'm damn sure about it. Stuart and I have known each other since childhood."

While working, she used to handle the jobs and whatever related to her company and her clients. So, the Crawley, this is not a name she usually faces. Even she doesn't even want to know about the richest people in the world. Because it doesn't concern her. But right now, She is curious about one man - Damien Crawley. What if she involved herself in some unwanted troubles. What if she married someone she was supposed not to. Carol hates things that bothers her a lot. She never wanted to marry someone who was richer than her. Because Rich people have that tendency to insult people on people's faces.

“I'm so sorry, but I didn't do it…I’d never hurt a lovely woman like Mi'lady, she..” “What is your name??” I cut in. She hiccuped, pausing her struggle against the two men holding her up by her elbows. “Carol, Milord.” She looked exactly like prey should, and my body reacted sinfully to her. Demanding that I claim her right then. Push her down and tear off the flimsy dress with the sleeves already hanging down her slender shoulders. Pale, shaking, her eyes and nose red and swollen from crying…gods, I wanted her right then.

“Who took you?” Caroline’s breathing came unevenly. “They know… they know you found the archives…” Something inside me tightened slightly, hearing her voice. Wrong. The thought surfaced quietly at first. Then stronger. Wrong. I watched my mother carefully while Aria continued speaking softly to her. For years, Caroline Howard had built an empire beside men ruthless enough to destroy entire bloodlines over power and betrayal. Before she became the polished social figure the world recognised now, she had once controlled one of the most feared underground networks in Europe.

The plan was yet to be executed and Carol didn't want some stupid affection to demolish all her hard work. “Sush! How come you forgot what we have planned for our sweet Julia? Is not it enough to enjoy? Your prince can enjoy it too,” Carol whispered, drawing her lips close to Damina’s ear, as her sharp, painted coal eyes followed Julia on the stairs and she watched Julia take the last step as she smiled broadly. Carol shifted her eyes from the stairs to the stage where Stacy was clicking her pictures with Timothy. Feeling the eyes in her body Stacy quickly snatched the string and met with Carol’s sly eyes.

“Thank you, young master.” The young lord opened the door himself, the tips of his ears a bright red, and closed it as he stepped outside. After a few moments, long enough to deliver instructions and for Sylvia to prop herself against the headboard, two maids entered the room. They wore pristine garments and presented themselves with an air of dignity, upholding the duke’s name and reputation. Sylvia recognized them in an instant. The older lady was a spinster named Caroline. Despite the many suitors who would ask for her hand over the years, Caroline would remain resolute until the end, declining every single one because she couldn’t love anyone other than her lover from a spring lost to ti

Danika Williams After my chat with Elizabeth, my heart felt lighter. I was glad that she has become a strong woman and has such a wonderful man like Nathaniel Lachlan as her husband. I would have died with guilt if I would have ended up ruining her life like my mother has ruined mine.

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.