Carol X Whitty Novels & Stories

Did I waste too much time, can I still succeed in getting my revenge against him? “Come on Lexi, wake up. A client is asking for you and he is in the champagne room. Why do you keep zoning out? Look girl, you need to hurry, this deal is cool and legit. I recommended you to him after getting part payment myself. Just go over there and give him your best performance, you’ll love this deal, I promise.” Carol urged me on, sounding a little too excited. Carol is her stage name, her real name is Graciela Murray and we have been quite close for the past year’s years although I never told her anything about my past. We go on some private shows together if the client has a friend with him and we sort

She pointed at Helen while questioning Pamela, "Take a closer look. Are you sure that she's not a call girl at some entertainment outlet?" The crisp sound of a slap suddenly sounded out, and Xena stumbled onto the floor. "Have you lost your mind, Benedict Fowler? Why did you hit me?" Xena cupped her face and stared at Benedict in disbelief. She felt that the slap was not justified. "You ignorant woman! Yes, I slapped you!" Benedict said in a huff, "How could you be so blind and act so imprudently to Ms. Cartwright? You must have a death wish!" Who was Helen Cartwright?

“That time, if it were not for me, your face would have been disfigured! Yet, right now, you even dare to stab me in the back! Do you still have a conscience?!” Xavia answered in a flustered manner, “You… don’t you talk nonsense! Those are all made up by you!” At this moment, Charlie coldly shouted, “Silence!” Xavia was so scared till she shrank her neck and immediately closed her mouth. Staring at her, Charlie coldly said, “Ms. Carter, there’s no point in rushing things through. Once I settle everything with Mr. Lawry, I will surely come to you and calculate everything carefully one by one.”

Xavier continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "Cathy looks plain as fuck anyway. The only men she'll attract, if she actually takes me up on this offer, are men like that pig, Mr. Hawthorn." My hands clenched around the tablet so hard my knuckles turned white. Mr. Hawthorn was the disgusting old businessman who had tried to corner me at Hunter’s New Year’s party, his hands wandering where they shouldn't have been. Xavier had seen it happen and had done nothing. Now I knew why. Caroline's laugh rang out through the speakers again. "Xavier, don't be so mean." But her words held no real conviction. She was enjoying this, enjoying hearing Xavier tear me down.

She retorted angrily, “Xavia Lockhart, you’re really incredible. You hid from me for so long without coming home, and you didn’t even greet your own mother when we met! Tell me, where have you been all this time? Who is this child? What happened to Chairman Wilson? You actually sent him to the bureau! Are there any daughters out there who are as unfilial as you are?!” Cara asked a few questions in a row in an overbearing and aggressive manner. Xavia had never seen anyone else like Cara who would cover up her own misdeeds by shifting the blame to others. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of this matter in public, so she said, “You should know very well what you have done yourself. I stil

“Don’t say that out loud!” She laughed against my palm, then pulled away. I shot her a playful glare. “You know that was Karma, right? For slapping Chris.” Carol rolled her eyes. “Karma ain’t real.” We both burst into laughter, walking down the hallway together, our giggles bouncing off the walls. “But seriously, Professor Hartley noticed me today. If he wasn’t our Professor, would have shooted my shot.” “No, you don’t mean it.” “Yes, I do. I’m pretty enough to bag any guy I want, boo.” I knew she meant it. Carol was defiant and courageous enough. The tall-model issh with the vixen face card kind of hot too. Just that she misused her gifts sometimes.

Candy-now-Kimberly almost screamed. “You know,” Carol said calmly, “a hooker, a whore, a slut ... All those good things.” “But you’re married!” “Oh, that’s just a tax deal,” the girl responded blithely. “And the loudest, most foul-mouthed fuck in the Western world,” Bill Christian added as he and Brad came to the table carrying bottles of beer. “You can’t say that!” Carol protested. “You haven’t fucked every woman in the Western world, so you can’t know I’m the loudest.” Her face fell as she added, “I’ll have to concede I’m probably the most foul-mouthed, though.”

“Hmmm. You didn’t let the woman leave now, did you?” Carol’s smile became more profound after she could not see the woman anywhere while Harvey remained dead silent. “It’s fine. You’ll get her back here after we’re done dealing with you. “I’m sure you have the power to do that!” “Why don’t you become Naoto’s plaything instead, Carol?!” A cold voice could be heard from outside the box. “The high and mighty lady of the Briewood Gang is just pandering to some Islander! You’re embarrassing your people!”

Without waiting for Emma to react, Carol darted toward the source of the sound. The young man emerging from the forest didn't expect the maid to possess martial skills. Yet, his movements were incredibly swift as well. With a graceful gesture of his folding fan, he evaded the razor-sharp strikes of Carol's sword. Qri whispered, "Miss, aren't you going to stop them?" Emma smiled, "It's fine; let's watch." Carol, a slender maid, displayed swordsmanship that far exceeded the imagination of an ordinary person. Her attacks were relentless and swift. Her sword moved like the wind, striking like thunder, targeting weak points without hesitation. Yet, her opponent was equally skilled.

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?