Carole Mortimer Novels & Stories

Her face displayed a cruel expression of victory. "Why is she crying here?" Carol asked coldly, her voice sharp and piercing. "What is she grieving for? Is my grandson dead that she cries like that? Go and take those fake tears somewhere else! Don’t cause a scene here!" Carol glanced at Sarah, then looked back at Avery with contempt. "I told you before, never come near Ashton again. Him not waking up soon enough must have something to do with your presence here!" ***

How could the tiers possibly know anything about my character after one answer? The judges gather in a group, Madame Aldine scribbling in a notebook as they whisper. From the bleachers, Professor Towles gives me a thumbs up. I try to smile back at her, but it’s like those muscles have forgotten how to work. “That was crazy,” Brynn whispers. I just nod and sweat some more. Headmaster Stroud is already resuming his position at the edge of the dais, the piece of paper from Madame Aldine in his hands. “The selections have been made.”

Although she had changed a lot, Lily thought even if she turned into ashes, she would still be able to recognize her. As for Mark, tsk… his expression was more animated and he stopped breathing for a few seconds. Kevin fell on his chair upon seeing Ashton. "It is over. We are finished?" He regretted not being born a wizard as he would have disappeared with the snap of his finger. "Brother, long time no see," Ashton said to Kelly, making the other expression appear as if he has just seen a ghost crawl out of the grave with his naked eyes. The elders were shocked at the sight of Ashton and immediately jumped over to the ground. Although they were glad that he had come, they were still mad at h

And it would put him and the maid in a tight position. Colfre stood upright after making sure that there are no more specks of dirt or clippings of grasses that stick on Morrigan's skirt. Their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Morrigan averted her gaze somewhere else, avoiding any eye contact between them. Colfre looked at her with great concern. "What happened to your eyes, My Queen?" Morrigan shook her head as she tried to pat dry her face, covering the fact that the tears and the reason for her bloodshot eyes was the same person that asks her what caused it. "I just remembered my mother. The camellias are now blooming, if she was still alive she would be humming around the garden. E

I hit the rock bottom when I saw the picture that I shouldn't have. MR. AARON RICHMOND AND ACTRESS CAROLINA MORIARTY INTIMATE ON BED? JUST HOW CLOSE THEY ARE?

One word at a time with a deadly calmness. Eleanor nodded. “Yes uncle Bob…I went to see Elisa.” She had to mention which of her friends as that was going to be his next question. “Hmmm,” he mumbled, dropped the toothpick in the plate and then nodded quietly. Eleanor wondered what had happened that she couldn’t remember. Uncle Bob was the disciplinarian of the house. He only gets this way when something serious had happened. “Did I do something…” as she tried to ask herself this question, some memories flashed through her head. She went down the memory lane. Last she remembered she had gone to see Elisa like uncle Bob just said but whatever happened afterwards seemed to be blurry in her head.

“Pass me the towels.” The royal healer Mr. Morson drew one of his hands in the direction of Alpha Emerald since he was facing his back, and asked for the towel to clean off the sweat drops forming over Miss Carol's sleeping face. A while ago when she coughed out water, he assumed her retaining her consciousness; but it all turned out to be a false alarm. Now here everyone was…still standing in the same infirmary room…with hopeful eyes, all darted at Mr. Morton who was doing all sorts of ordeals he could to bring back Carol from her unconscious state straight to the WEREALM.

“I don’t know. But whoever she is, she’s been manipulating my life for twenty-two years. And she might have killed Carol to keep these secrets.” “We need to find her.” Kael pulled out his phone. “Silas! Emergency. I’m sending photos of letters I need to trace the author. Name is Elizabeth Cross, possibly fake. Also investigate the death of Carol Morrison one year ago. Heart attack, but we suspect murder.” While Kael coordinated with Silas, I kept reading the letters, looking for clues. *Those seeking her are getting closer…* *When they find her, they’ll either use her or destroy her…*

“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.

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Who is sending these flowers?” My mom asks as a huge beautiful pink and red bouquet is delivered at my door, Carter sneakily removes the note from the bouquet before my mom could see it and hands it to be. How does he do it so smoothly, I would have tripped like ten times trying to be slick? “That’s from me, I like sending Emily flowers out of nowhere.” He gives my mom, one of his heart melting smile as she says aw and buys his story.