Caroline Shaw Novels & Stories

She was a troublemaker, and she always caused more harm than good. Morton spoke up, "I don't think Ms. Caroline can help us in this situation. If you're thinking of using her beauty to trap our enemy, I don't think it'll work. Even though she’s Shaquille's daughter, they’ve never met before and he might not want to save her." Caroline was stunned. Other than being good at acting cute, she lacked any notable qualities. In fights, she often played the role of an escapee, and when it came to arguing, she was always on the losing side.

Caroline bounded toward me, beaming widely. "Lavender," I whispered urgently, reaching forward and gently grasping her elbow. She looked over her shoulder and cocked a skeptical brow at me. "I know you despise me, but please, save me," I pleaded, meeting her eyes with a desperate expression. She scoffed and turned her gaze away dismissively. I reluctantly turned my head back to face Caroline, who was barreling towards me with unbridled enthusiasm. The woman had no sense of shame or self-awareness. The only reason she still maintained her wealth and influence was because she was disturbingly skilled at what she did.