Carol Therese Fanfic Novels & Stories

But I can’t look at her anymore. My gaze drags itself to Teresa. She hasn’t moved. Not an inch. Naked, pale, red gingered hair hanging like a curtain she’s hiding behind. Her face is blank in the way only the truly broken can manage, like someone reached in and switched the lights off years ago. The man finishes with a grunt, pulls out, slaps Caroline’s ass like congratulations. Then he turns, still half-hard, and crooks a finger at Teresa. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Caroline is a common friend in Denisse's circle of friends. But their meeting wasn't mere fate. Caroline intentionally made friends with Denisse knowing she was the elder sister of Denny. She had a short affair with him in one of her travels, but Denny made sure she was aware that they were not doing anything serious. And that they were doing things without strings attached. Caroline agreed with everything Denny set for conditions before they jumped into bed, and it only happened once, but she had liked and loved Denny Vero in her heart for a very long time. She had been shadowing him ever since their college days. She even went to different places, traveling just like Denny when she could,

"I don't believe I've ever seen any woman tackle a rodent with such... enthusiasm. Least of all, a Luna." Titan's gaze slid to Carol who looked like she wanted to melt into the soil. “And of course you're in on it,” he murmured. “I try to not imagine that you knew of Kari's plan to escape but it's quite hard.” Exactly how scared of Titan was she? The girl was practically trembling like a leaf "Pardon me, Milord... I... I shall take my leave now." Carol gave me one wide-eyed, apologetic glance before scurrying away toward the servants' entrance.

She couldn't understand how they'd moved from Adeline's academic progress to speculations about her fertility. "I knew when you came around my place, acting like Mother Teresa, that you wanted my kid," Carol continued spewing her nonsense, unbothered by Marybeth's dismayed silence. "Well, I've got news for you, Ms Tyson! I'll die first before you take my Adeline from me!"

And I could tell that she likes Evander–and she believes that I'm not worthy of him. Carol wants Evander to have the perfect Luna, someone who can balance and match him. Someone who can do what he needs to have done. Not someone like me, a disabled woman who's barely a shell of herself at this point. But what she did is disgustingly, viscerally unforgivable. Just as I'm starting to slip a bit too far into the sickening tangle of my own thoughts, my bedroom door opens. I sit up straight, seeing Dr. Terence walking in.

“I’m telling you, it’s over for you! Do you think you’re so great just because you know a little bit of martial arts? Come here. Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Seamus Owen. He’s a god-like person who can call upon the wind and rain, as well as summoning spirits. Not even ten of you can beat his single finger. If you’re smart enough, you should kneel before me and lick all ten of my toes. Only then I may consider letting you live.” “Can he kill me with a single poke of his finger?” Alex laughed coldly. “Carol, looks like you remember his finger quite well. You should save it for yourself. Oh, I can’t quite understand right now. Is he your boyfriend or your brother-in-law?” Alex asked.

Zenios nodded profusely, “Don’t worry, Carlie. I will do everything I can to please her so that we can be reunited again in the future. No matter what she wants me to do, I will do it for her.” “Okay. I will trust you this time!” Charlotte nodded with satisfaction. “Alright, Zenios, the time is up, and I have to go now. It felt so nice talking to you, and I assure you that we will meet again.” After that, she rolled her eyes and fell on her back again. “Carlie!” Zenios hurriedly wrapped his arms around her waist and stared at her fixedly with so much fondness in her eyes. He did not want her to go.

she said lightly. Caroline’s smile curled up in a way that made Katherine’s skin crawl. She sat back down on the couch, draping one arm casually over the backrest, as if this were some casual conversation between two sisters catching up. But Katherine knew better—Caroline didn’t come here to chat. She came to twist the knife. “You know, Kathy,” Caroline began, her tone light but cutting, “Castiel and I… we’re perfect for each other. We always have been. He sees me for what I am—confident, capable, and, well... irreplaceable.”

Timmy was growing tall so fast, while Tiffy was very healthy, with the strength of a stallion. Rosa sighed behind me. “Andera,” she called again. “Please Rosa, I don't want to talk about Thane.” She rubbed her temple. “It's not about him.” “Okay. What is it?” Rosa didn't answer, she kept rubbing her forehead. “Rosa?” ”Carol's coming back today.” she blurted out. Rosa is aware of the tension between me and her brother. Carol traveled out of Seattle the day after the incident with Thane. He told Rosa, who later told me that It was for ‘work’, but I had a feeling it was because of Thane. Carol and I haven't spoken since then.

"Kate can't know about this. Ever. Do you understand?" Carol nodded. "And this—whatever this is—it's complicated. You're young, you're her best friend, there are a thousand reasons this is a terrible idea." "I know all that," Carol said, and there was steel in her voice now. "I've spent three days thinking about nothing but all the reasons this is wrong. But I don't care anymore, Mr. Rich. I want you. And unless you're about to tell me you don't want me back, I'm not going anywhere."