Carol Stuart Novels & Stories

she replied coldly. Carol looked even more enraged. She snatched up her bag and stormed out with hurried steps, displaying her defeat. “Ashton will thank me when he wakes up later. Remember that! Only I know what’s good and what’s bad here!” Carol said before finally disappearing. ***

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 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.”

We’ve always competed for the top spot throughout our schooling years and now that we are in college, things haven’t changed. Carol was stunning; she had a model’s body and a rocket scientist's brain. She had long curly locks of blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes with long dark lashes. Her full lips were always glossy pink, and she wore a little blush on her upper cheekbones to highlight her features. She always wore designer clothes that her mother, Natasha Declaire, a famous fashion designer, created. She was the total package in the eyes of men; too bad she was a total bitch. “Hey, Judy,” she sneered, stopping in front of our table. Her friends stopped with her and glared at us like we were

Don't make me come get you. A thrill, hot and sharp, curled in my stomach. I suppressed a smile. To anyone else, the text would look controlling, but to me, my stomach was giggling. It turned me on knowing that Stellan was watching me. "Thea! Over here, darling!" I looked up to see Aunt Carol waving from a corner table. She looked impeccable, as always. Her blonde hair was coiffed into perfection, her pearls were large enough to choke a horse, and her smile was wide, bright, and did not reach her eyes.

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

Karl called out and i turned to look over to the door to see Stuart walk in. His eyes bounced between Karl and I. "I can come back later..." He said by Karl waved his left arm and asked him to come in. I thought that i should give them some privacy as Stuart looked like he wanted to talk to him alone, but Karl pulled me closer and continued to massaged my left wrist. Stuart cleared his throat and even though he looked so uncomfortable, he walked closer and placed some keys on top of the coffee table infront of us. I don't know what the keys are for but it seemed Karl did as a frown took over his face.

“I’ve walked past this place a million times, always thought someone should do something cool with it. Like a café. Or a bookshop. Something that smells like cinnamon and sounds like jazz, you know?” Katherine’s lips curved into a small smile. “Exactly.” There was a brief pause, then the girl stuck out her hand. “I’m Carolina but you can just call me carol. I work down at the community center — youth arts programs, mostly.” Katherine took her hand. “Katherine.” Carol tilted her head slightly, studying her. “You look like someone who used to live around here.” “I did,” Katherine replied quietly. “A long time ago.” Carol nodded like she understood more than Katherine had said. “It’s good to be

“Interesting… I always knew Cassidy could turn heads. It’s just a pity… now, she’s standing on the other side.” The assistant looked puzzled. “Mrs. Dylan Edward, what do you mean?” Carol leaned back, her voice calm but laced with meaning. “Queen won several awards two years ago, didn’t she?” The assistant nodded. “That’s right.” Carol tapped her fingers on the armrest. “And lately, there’s been a rising star in the design world… Do you know who I’m talking about?” The assistant hesitated. “Who?” “A young girl… even younger than Cassidy.” Carol’s lips curled into a faint smile. “The same girl who saved my life.”

He was still cold, but he didn't object, so I took a deep breath and walked over to Carol. “Oh, what a beautiful princess.” Carol took my hand and smiled warmly. “I'm so happy. Nuri has a wife, and next year we'll have a new heir.” A maid came into the room. She was holding a wooden plate with a white cloth on it. Carol picked up the white cloth. There was a distinct spot of blood in the middle. What is this? My Face went red in an instant. But... But yesterday Nuri didn't penetrate me... ... My blushing and uneasiness were interpreted by Carol as shyness. She smiled more happily.