Caroline Shaw Novels & Stories

She met my gaze again. “Did you just run out of adjective, Author Westley?” I was only wearing a black tuxedo and wore my hair back while she was wearing a floor-length long sleeve embellished silk daring gown with Swarovski crystal beads that covered the important part of her body. The swells of her breasts were exposed, but it still looked pretty decent on her. Her hair was curled and fixed it at the back of her head in a stylish way. I noticed Mr. Carilli was with us, which I met him earlier. He was one of my brother’s invites.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

~~~ I was nearing the front desk area when I heard the name that has been haunting my thoughts. “Caroline.” I hid myself. I looked over and was awestruck by her beauty. She has really changed in these past three years. She has become a woman. The skinny jeans she's wearing hug her body perfectly like a second skin, bringing out curves I haven't noticed before. Just looking at her makes my dick twitch in my pants, and I find myself beginning to reconsider my decision to send her away. “Doc… Doctor Sheila.” She stutters, and the way she takes a step backwards after seeing the person who called her is weird, like she's scared of her.

"I want you to use it to buy things for yourself. She-wolves your age should spend money on themselves. You always dress too plainly." The comment about Freya's attire brought Caroline Redwood to Sarah's mind. Just yesterday, Caroline had appeared at the medical facility unexpectedly, ostensibly to check on Elder Katherine. The sight had disturbed Sarah deeply. Caroline had stood beside Aaron, her shocking head wound prominently displayed, her face unnaturally pale, her hair artfully disheveled, and her medical gown emphasizing her fragility. She had been careful not to even touch the edge of Aaron's leather jacket, presenting the very picture of vulnerable femininity that many male wolves w

She was basically the opposite of my wife. Caroline looked like a rather typical girl-next-door. Her face was soft and unassuming—cute in an almost innocent way. She had wavy, mouse-brown hair cut just above her shoulders. She was short, not much taller than five feet, and quite slender. She didn’t like her flat butt or B-cup boobs, but I certainly thought they were pretty and very proportional.

Interesting, “Anything else?” “She learns quickly.” I lean back in my chair, outside my office window, the city stretches below, seven candidates, only one file remains open on my desk. Caroline Sawyer. The woman had spent years organizing high-profile events, managing staff, coordinating schedules, handling public appearances, and somehow, didn't realise half of those skills were relevant. Either she’s genuinely humble, or she has no idea what she’s capable of. My phone suddenly vibrates. My mother. I stare at the screen, the call continues ringing, and I reject it.

Luke asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a possibility,” Shaw replied, his tone clipped. “And I don’t trust him.” “Shaw, you’re getting too involved in this,” Luke said cautiously. “Why do you even care?” Before Shaw could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. Both men turned toward the door as it swung open, revealing a striking young woman in her early twenties. She strolled into the room with an air of authority, her high heels clicking against the floor. Without hesitation, she perched on Shaw’s desk, crossing her legs elegantly.

"A branch company of the Towering High Group has held a press conference with Caroline Studio, which just joined Towering High Group, in recent days. At the conference, the design sketches of the new products in the next spring produced by Caroline Studio have been exhibited..." Hearing that Towering High Group was mentioned, I, who planned to change the channel, paused. Then, Caroline appeared on the screen. She stood on the stage in a pure white dress and began to talk about her design concept and elements. During the process, she repeatedly stressed that this whole set of drawings was the first work that she had completed all by herself. The reporters off the stage praised her talents ove

Cary Shaw looked at the elegant girl in front of her eyes and raised a standard smile: "You are Rose Kinson, right?" Rose Kinson picked up her mobile phone and swung gently: "Yes, we just called and met in the discussion meeting before." Cary Shaw nodded and was deeply impressed by her, so he left his mobile phone number at that time. "Well, how is your teacher recently?" "Thanks to you, it's very good." After simple courtesy, Cary Shaw looked at the people behind Rose Kinson. She is also a young girl, wearing simple clothes, but she can't hide her elegancy. She has a beautiful face, and a pair of beautiful fox eyes were full of cold comb and blurred.

Shaw nodded his head as a compliance to Roy's words and advise. Despite the fact that Vivian would always want him inside ran outside with a feeling of excitement at the scream of Shaw. She was scared at first but bursted into tears when she learnt it was Roy and Cara. She could no longer hold herself. She had always had doubts if Cara would still be alive. At that moment, She embraced Cara and patted her on her back and repeatedly thanked goodness that she was still alive. Laurel whispered, referring to her mother so that she would get her attention but she seemed to be carried away by Cara's presence and did not even notice her daughter called to her.