Caroline Celestia Ingalls Novels & Stories

- Her lips quivered as she whispered, her eyes slowly becoming cloudy. I placed my finger in front of her nostrils, feeling her draw her very last breath. That was it, she was dead now. I bent over her, covering her eyelids with my hands. There really wasn't much time left, i walked over, prying Camille's left hand open. A huge diamond stoned ring laid embedded in her palm. I raised the bloodied jewel piece, recalling that this belonged to Irina - a wedding ring. I slipped it into my pocket, taking one last look at Camille's lifeless corpse before disappearing into the darkness.

Ignacio hissed. Carlos and his dad were presently in the Red moon cocktail bar venting their anger over drinks. The pair were still upset about the embarrassing incident that transpired earlier that day, and were yet to accept defeat. Rather than show signs of repentance and think of ways to fall back in favor with Isabel, Carlos was bent on getting revenge on Dylan. He was determined to get Dylan out of the way and regain his place as Isabel’s lover. Come rain, come shine he was going to be the alpha of the Pride pack.

After all, what we don't know, can't hurt us. Now more about me, I am a Witch through my bloodline. I am a descendant of Elizabeth Howe, who was hanged as a Witch on the 19th of July 1692 during the Salem Witch Trials. The sad part about it is she was a Witch, but a White Witch who just wanted to live happily raising her six children.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Carl: Well… let’s forget about tying her to the sun… The men all laughed at Carl’s remark. I felt Henry’s persistent gaze on me and turned my head in his direction. Henry: I’m not sure if I understand… you’re a Moon Girl? Evangeline: Yes, I am. When Charles had abducted me, he didn’t know who I was, only that I was Alexander’s mate. When the Elder Alpha Thompson saw my mark, he understood and did everything he could to break me, to bring me under his control. He died before he could break me, and his son didn’t know who I was… only that I was the perfect target for his malice.

If we find her. 20 minutes later, my personal Gaze Reader wandering into the room. Esmeralda. She came from the Devotion Pack after ideas of Phantom Wolves scared majority of the Pack members out, and I let her stay on the condition that she would serve me when I needed her to. Ever since, she has predicted a lot of my life. Unfortunately, she walked in on two idiots arguing. "My ancestors created the word soul mate." "Wish they didn't create you."

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Then it was Cath’s turn to order, “One Smoked Apalachicola Oysters for Lyra and Paarmesan – Herb Angus for me.” “You and Lyra seemed like twin sisters.” Genevieve commented and Catherine, for some reason, wanted to make Genevieve go home. “Yeah, we saw you two earlier goofing around.” Jackson said and Klein nodded as well as some of the girls. Lyra thought that Catherine was like some Goddess for Mrs. Hernandez’s students. She was truly a role model for them and genuinely interested in making friends with her. She was seeing a new side of Catherine. “Also, you recommended her.” Ingrid added and everyone was looking at Catherine with eagerness hoping to tell the story behind that.

He looked lost in thought. “Did I do something wrong?” I hadn’t thought that talking to her would trigger such a strong reaction from him. “You really don’t know who she is?” I shook my head and waited. “Caroline is the alpha’s daughter—William’s younger sister. Ever since she saw her mother die five years ago, she hasn’t spoken a single word. Everyone in Siram knows her as mute… or at least, that’s what we all believed. Eliza, it’s honestly amazing that after all this time, the first person she talked to was you. But what’s even more incredible is that she finally found her voice—and used it in front of everyone—to defend you.”

“…or you will watch me burn him alive.” My eyes widen. No. No. He knows. He knows Vince is here. “Aahhhh!” Vince’s agonizing howl fills the forest, and my heart skips a frantic beat. He isn't lying about burning Vince. No, I can't let him do that. Neither am I going with him. “No! … no! Please. You’ve really… mistaken me for someone else. I’m Caroline, not Celeste. I’m only twenty-four. Please… don’t kill him! … I’m begging you!”