Carol The Promised Neverland Novels & Stories

“But you are right, they have been gone for too long this time. Even Carol doesn’t take so long.” Miya gasped, “could it be that these two lost Carol?” I widened my eyes, “what?” “Carol hops around a lot. What if it hopped into some hole or some tree? Phoenixes love playing games and tricks. Carol has grown up enough to start playing around. Men are careless creatures…” “Excuse me!” Zared interrupted. “You are careless, Zared! Remember when you broke my emerald necklace? All I asked you to do was put it on me, but you literally smashed its hook with your fingers…”

Caroline teased, "Why would such an exceptional girl willingly work as my nanny if there isn't something more?" "She's probably just here for the experience. I'm not looking for a girlfriend," Neil replied, picking up an orange from the table. Caroline smiled, thinking, 'Well, what can I say if he has already made up his mind?' "Oh, by the way, you'll be at the Xanders on Christmas Eve, right?" Caroline asked. He handed her a peeled orange. "Yes, I will be. Why do you ask?" Caroline took a bite of the orange and said, "What do you think about me revealing Daniella's identity on Christmas Eve?"

he murmured near her ear with a smile, pretending to speak sweet words while she simply got into her role with a fake smile. Greed led her through the crowd and introduced her to everyone as his fiancée. The surprised looks they received didn't go unnoticed by Lizzy, but soon whispers arose, and sooner than she thought, they would prove to her how true they were. As the night progressed, they both engaged in some light conversations with partners and other guests. Lizzy smiled, introduced herself as Natalia, and claimed to be the fiancée of the man whose eyes never left her. Finally, when the music started playing and the dance floor filled with couples, Greed extended his hand to Lizzy with

I stared down at my mother and father, Luna Ashly’s words coming back into my mind: “My dear Laura, I promised your mother that I would keep you safe. I promised your father that no harm would come to you… There are some things I can never tell you… the promises I made both of them prohibit it.” I stared so long at them both trying desperately to understand what this meant that I did not notice Domini approach me. “Laura?” He asked touching my shoulder softly, I jumped and turned around to scold him. “Don’t sneak up on me! You almost gave me a panic attack!” Domini smirked for a moment before noticing the photo album in my hands. “What’s that?” He asked as he made a move to grab it from my h

Carol peered at the photos on the table and sneered at the girl in them. Poor people act in poor ways. They never know what they can and cannot do. This girl knew how to lure rich men but did she think she was Cinderella? This isn’t a fairytale, life doesn’t work like that. Carol’s face turned sour. Diana Anderson! Let’s see how much longer you can tempt by man. Considering that Diana might change her mind and run away, Brian asked Ken to wait for her at the school gate once her classes were over. Standing beside Brian's Maybach, Ken was his usual handsome self.

" However, it was to no avail. The call ended, and Carol stumbled backward before sliding to the floor. She scrolled through her phone gallery and found a photo of me protecting her from a fallen glass panel when she was 12 years old. The glass had broken into sharp shards that pierced my back, and my white uniform was basically covered in blood. That was the first time she ever cried—also the first time I'd ever seen her cry. "You promised me that you'd protect me forever… You lied to me…" Carol mumbled to herself. "You're a liar…" There was a sudden screeching of brakes outside the airport. When Carol rushed out, a black car lost control and skidded right into Carol's path. Carol's world w

He smiled a knowing grin that made my blood run cold. "It matters not how you feel about the situation my dear. Per the agreement between your mother and King Elirond many moons ago you are in fact the property of the Kingdom of Astraea. You, Calliope Silverthorne, are the promised child to the crown." My breathe went still as I processed his words. "Clara made a trade, your life for her freedom and we have come to collect". What did he mean I was the promised child? Did he just say my mother sold me? Where the hell is Astraea? And why did he say my last name my silverthorne? None of this makes any sense. I was starting to lose focus, whether it be from the freezing cold box I was in or the

I glanced around the stream bed and noticed for the first time the protective circle that had been drawn around Riley's body, the herbs and crystals arranged in careful patterns, the candles that burned with flames that never flickered despite the night breeze. "He's not dead," the witch continued, rubbing her throat as I released her completely. "But he's close. Someone used very powerful magic to try to kill him, magic that's still working to drain his life away. I'm holding it back, but I can't do it much longer." "Who are you?" I demanded. "My name is Carol," she said. "And if you want to save this boy's life, you need to listen to me very carefully." A/N: Who remembers Carol guys?

She had ways been this curious since childhood. Just as her fingers were in the vicinity of that shining thing, Carol's muffled voice landed in Scarlet's ears making her turn immediately. Both the girls came closer to the lady in a moment of snap and held her hands. Carol was still in a deep state of non-awareness and mumbling something. Scarlet crouched down to her level, and kept her ear just above her lips, only to hear her mumble, “My lady… Don’t worry…I will…come back…with…king…and both the….princes….to res…rescue…you.”

“And he’s winning.” Maria gives me a look. “He already has.” “How?” She pauses. “When he was twelve, there was an incident.” I feel a chill before she even continues. “Someone broke into their home most likely to assassinate Dante and his brother.” “And?” “They found the body of the assassin in his room.” Her voice lowers. “It was so mutilated that they refused to believe a child had done it.” Silence settles between us. “Twelve?” I repeat. She nods once.