Carole Tong Novels & Stories

AT her age, she could be his mother. “You… How did you become like this? With this kind of behavior, are you even a normal human?” Paige was fearful of impending disaster and panicked as she looked at Carol as if she was looking at a hungry ghost. “Of course, I am a normal human. In fact, I am much better than a normal person!” Carol stood up. She released an aura of a martial artist, shaking the table in front of her, and violently moved the table aside. Boom, it hit the opposite wine cabinet, and seven or eight bottles of wine fell, spilling the wine all over the floor.

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.”

"Well, since 'IWantToGetRich' is not here ..." "Wait … Wait a moment!" Just when Devon thought "IWantToGetRich" hadn't come and was about to move on to the award ceremony, a soft and delicate voice broke the silence. With a composed smile, Carol raised her hand. "Can I ... Can I still go on stage now?" "You?" Devon frowned, looking at her. "Are you saying that …" "I ... I am ..." Carol said while blushing. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she said, "I am here to receive the recognition."

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 scuttled in keeping her eyes on the floor. Alex yelled “Why is there not one competent person who applied Carol?” Carol stuttered,”I-uh am not sure.” Carol’s voice had always irritated him but lately it was like scrapping metal on a chalk board. He groaned in disgust.”Just get out your as useless as ever. Send in Mia whatever her last name is in 20 minutes I need a break.” Carol hesitated by the door her chunky figure casting a large shadow by the door. He had originally hired Carol with the intentions of getting close to her thinking she reminded him of Tess. He hadn’t realized than she was married and faithful at the time. Once he realized she was pregnant he finally let go of the idea

He inclined his head respectfully, then strode back to his car, slipping inside with a smoothness that suggested he was probably highly trained. Silence filled our car. I turned to Carol slowly. “Can you drive now?” She exhaled hard, slapped both palms on the steering wheel, and nodded with fierce determination. “Oh yes,” she said. “Absolutely. Before anything else changes.” And she took off almost too fast, but at that point I was too emotionally drained to care. ~ The moment we stepped into the venue, Carol practically floated ahead of me, shaking off the last scraps of panic from earlier. The place was warm with chatter, soft lighting, neatly dressed donors, a small stage where volunteers

Callie practically skipped to the door and held it open for us. The air conditioning was blasting at full speed, making me shutter when I walked in. “Oh, goodness!” I heard someone mutter. “Hello! Table for four?” “Yes, please, Carol.” “Right this way!” Carol was an older plump woman. She had short hair but a huge smile on her face. “Is this okay?” She showed us to a booth. “Perfect.” Callie said and got in before Damon. Ethan let me get in first before he sat on the outside.

"Attention, please! The grand opening ceremony of the Carla Hotel by Livingstone Property will begin shortly. Ms. Carol Livingstone has requested a special guest for the opening ceremony. We respectfully invite Mr. Troy Peterson and Ms. Carol Livingstone to the stage." "Why did they mention my name?" I asked, confused. Carol pulled me up to the stage. Loud applause echoed from all corners of the ballroom. Almost all eyes were on me and Carol. Carol kept holding onto me. I couldn't just let go of her hand. It would embarrass her in front of the guests. We were now on the stage. Carol handed me a pair of scissors. For some reason, I complied. We held the scissors together. Applause erupted aga

“Good morning Ms Elina.” “Good morning Buka. Can I help?” “I’m sure you don’t wanna spill the breakfast on someone else. Ms Elina.” “Ehh. That was just a one time mistake. I’m very good with my job I’m sure Carol would be missing me now. And the little annoying daughter of her. Her birthday is tomorrow. I won't be able to attend.” “Carol?” “You know Carol?” “Carol Madeline. Owner of Carols?” “Yes.” She clapped her hands.

Carole, upon hearing this, immediately adopted a disdainful attitude, remarking, "No wonder she's so good at it. Turns out she's really in that line of work." "Carole, I confided in you as a friend. Please don't spread this around. Just keep it to yourself," Shelia pleaded. "Don't worry, I won't say anything to put you in a difficult position." Carole was eager to please Shelia, not just because she was a graduate student from Arcane Academy, but also due to her connection with Juan. After all, Mr. Tyson introduced her in person. Seeing Carole believe her words, Shelia couldn't help but smirk.