Carol X Whitty Novels & Stories

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Carol White." Carol's smile was so friendly, and so were her gestures. However, Sky frowned. Her clenched hands stuck to the sides of her trousers. "Carol, I'm glad to meet you too. But," Sky's lips began to pout, "what are you wearing? Is it made of animal fur?" Carol's eyes widened and sparkled. She thought her plan was successful. She deliberately prepared her best clothes to win the hearts of the president's wife and child. "You mean this jacket?" She touched the brown feathers along the collar of her jacket. "You have very sharp eyes, Miss Hills. Yes, they're made of—"

“Are you trying to kill me from anger?! You’re out there causing trouble—how do you expect me to explain this to the Carters?!” “The Carters?” Xavier looked confused. “What does this have to do with the Carters? Celia is from the Ryder family, not the Carters.” “You’ve met Karina before, haven’t you?! She’s the only granddaughter of Old Master Carter—and my chosen daughter-in-law! You’re out here flirting around and you’re not worried about what Miss Carter might think?!” Xavier was so speechless, he didn’t even want to open his mouth. If he could choose his first language right now, it’d definitely be speechless.

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."

I shook my head and was about to answer her when Xander chimed in. "She has a hangover from last night," "Oh," Carol nods her head. "Asprins and coffee?" She asks. "Yes, please," Carol turns to pour me a cup of coffee, and Xander sits with me at the counter. "You should eat," "No. I don't want to go for the opening throwing my guts up,' "You shouldn't drink like that," I arch my brow. "You drink all the time," "Yes. I know my limit, unlike you," Carol sits my coffee in front of me and hands me a few white pills.

Surprised at her resistance, Cara takes several steps back. Cara clears her throat, "I wi-will look at this side of the cellar," She draws an invisible line on the floor, "and you take that side. No crossing my line." She warns. Xander bits his lips, before he puts his hands up in surrender, "I will stay on my side, crazy." He winks as he turns and starts checking the shelves where the wines are stocked. Cara pauses not believing her eyes, Alexander Black just winked at her. Was he flirting with her?

Hazel inquired, trying to comprehend. "It's like soldiers protecting our country, right? The same way these warriors protect our pack. Alpha Wyatt is our leader," Carol affirmed, seamlessly connecting the concept to Hazel's understanding. "Look," Carol pulled her close to the glass wall. Hazel's eyes were drawn to the intense spectacle outside the glass wall. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the unknown figure. Carol's face lit up with excitement. "Our Alpha," she replied. Hazel watched in awe as Wyatt effortlessly faced more than six opponents, each move showcasing the sculpted muscles of his body.

Half an hour later, Jamie's car stopped in front of the Lockwood Corporation building. He was single, but he brought Carol to work. Meanwhile, rumor had it that Paityn was going to marry Monty. Who wouldn’t want to be the ready-made stepmother? As a result, all the young unmarried female employees came over with little toys and snacks to charm Carol. Some were subtly flirting, while others were quite bold. Wylie couldn’t stand it and directly chased them away.

When he heard what Carol said, he asked her to deal with it on her own. Carol adjusted her clothes before opening the door. Right then, Holly Yates had become too curious. She could clearly hear the voices of two women. How could she have heard them mistakenly? While Maya Howards wasn’t paying attention, she quickly set herself free, ran over to the door, and kicked it open. Wham! “Ouch—” Carol, who was standing behind the door with a joyful expression on her face, thought about how to torture Brittany Rockefeller. She didn’t expect the door to knock against her face.

Harriet looked at Carol and chuckled, "Why did you suddenly come to see me, holding a cup of coffee?" Carol handed the coffee to her and blushed. "Ms. Bass, I'm very grateful that you could stand up for those girls exploited by Wendell. You're my idol." Harriet raised her eyebrows, wondering if Carol had just come to thank her. She hadn't expected to have fans now. Harriet tucked her hair behind her ears. Her manners were gentle yet strong. She smiled and said coolly, "It's what I do." Carol was mesmerized by her decisive manners.

he hissed before getting to his feet and leaving the room. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a grumpy old man. I’m wishing you the best in your next project,” Hillary Kingston said with a smile, and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. After the shareholders left, I glanced at Carla, arching an eyebrow. “Speak. How did you end up with a contract from Mr X?” Carla’s expression was unreadable as she looked at me. “Two days ago, the contract was sent to my office, and I received an email saying it was a gift for Sophia Adams Hart, the chairwoman,” she replied calmly.