Caroline Chucky Novels & Stories

Her tits are fake and still smaller than Carley’s, walking into the house with a click of her high heels. “Is that Carson Channing you have kneeling on the floor in front of you?” My slut, named Julia, asks. “I don’t know who Carson is. But this is ma pet, Carter Orpheus. You like him?” I ask her curiously. She licks her glossy lips, biting her lower one. Her fake eyelashes hide her hooded bedroom eyes. “For how long have you lusted after him?” “I’ve wanted him along with other original Chaos Boys since junior high. I hated Carley because she had them following her around like little lost puppies. I’m the only who should have them.”

“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!”

Let him seethe. “Well, well,” I called up, grinning wide enough to show teeth. “Maddox. Long time no see, you psychotic fuck.” Caroline waved beside me, all bubbly and shit. “Hi, everyone! So excited to finally be here officially.” Her voice was honey. Her eyes, when they flicked toward Kyrian, were pure venom. She hid it well. Connie Reid came down the stairs slower than the rest, that plastic smile plastered on her face.

At the woman who came into my home believing she’s helping us and slowly, painfully, I feel myself unravel. I smile. I don’t know how I’m doing it, but I smile…wide, warm, gracious…the kind of smile a daughter-in-law should wear on Christmas evening, even when her chest is cracking like thin ice. I force my lips upward as Lydia steps aside with a triumphant sweep of her hand. Caroline looks to be in her early to mid twenties. Pretty in that delicate, unsure way. And already showing…a small, unmistakable bump pressing against her golden gown.

He grunted in response to the girl before smacking his chest. “No matter Angel, it will be good practice for Charlee.” The third member, Charlee was behind him and I froze. She was a small child, had to be no older than 8. She smiled brightly at me her sharp fangs glinting under the moonlight. “Daddy is it time to play?” Her voice almost sounded normal, like a sweet innocent girl would but had an edge to it that would send shivers down anyone’s spine. I hastily dragged Carlos as fast as I could towards the territory line, it couldn’t have been 100 meters away I could make it. Before I could react I felt my body get kicked into the air, landing with a loud crunch as my back legs snapped. Sam

And the loudest was from Caroline. -------- Tabby

"Why should we listen to you? You're not even the Luna, you don't have any power to order us." The young woman was named Caroline. She had long, curly, dark hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep brown and were piercing, as if she could see through Selena's every move. Caroline was dressed in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She had a silver chain around her neck with a small wolf pendant, a symbol of her status as a werewolf. Her posture was confident and commanding, and she had a scowl on her face as she spoke

Carolina: Whoever you are, I'm not afraid of you. You do not know who I am. Unknown: An ordinary blonde. I got angry. But I shouldn't be angry. "Relax, Caroline, relax. Everything's fine. It's not worth losing your mind over an idiot who just wants to prank you. Carolina: Fool. Unknown: Why don't you open up, bunny? The big bad wolf just wants to be your friend. I felt a kind of chill when he said that.

"Why? Why? Why?" I ask, tears running down my mud-stained face. "I am one of you too! I try my best! Even if you don’t like me, why do you have to be so mean?" Caroline stands in front of me. Only thirteen, but she’s already tall and beautiful, like a model. She’s also strong, the greatest pup in our group. She is everything I ever wanted to be, but I know I never will. "Because you are not one of us!" She replies, her voice so cold it freezes the blood in my veins. "So do us a favor and just die already!"

Girls like Jessika were the ones guys wanted… long, slender legs, flat stomachs, perfect little bodies. And Jemy too, one of the reasons I had not allowed her to visit me at home… She had a thing for older men, and she wasn't as big as I was and I couldn't stand the thought of my stepfather wanting her, and not me. Everyone was slim and slender, except for me, my chest tightened.