Kara Meaning Novels & Stories

"Kara. The name of a member of the original ruling family, one who was supposedly 'exiled' long ago because her energy pathways were destroyed." Rayden froze. The name echoed in his mind. Kara Kalderis. The Deputy Regent of Malora. The elegant yet fragile woman he had met, the one to whom he had offered a cure. "Kara Kalderis?" Rayden murmured, his world, which had already been shattered, now being turned upside down for a second time in as many minutes.

Ethan lowered his eyebrows as soon as Kara called his name. He didn’t know she was back to the pack because her sister hadn’t informed him about it. She was someone who liked to be around him, one of the few people in the pack who didn’t fear him like others did. Unlike Daphne whose wolf was white in color, Kara’s wolf was a fierce black that could run for ages.

“All that doesn’t matter. No wonder Carolina felt intimidated. April, don’t forget us when you get to the top. We have always been there for you know.” “You’re crazy, Liv. Stop making things up.” “So, you think you’re on top of the world, huh? Now that you got a chance to dance with a billionaire.” I turned to see Kara. She was wearing a short red dress with a plunging neckline that left very little to the imagination. Her pretty face was caked with make-up. “It doesn’t mean anything you know, just in case you were getting any ideas. I hate to be the one to break your little heart.”

"No. Nooo. Not at all. That's why I was asking." "Really?" "Of course it's obvious. Look at you. I can't see you like this," snapped Kara. "Why?" "It's just that well... I don't know who this is now," pointed Kara at the saddest Ava. "I've not known you yet to be so emotional and very... um... what's the word? Yeah. Chicky." "What do you mean?" inquired Ava. "I've seen you so manly, strong, but not like this. Uh... forget my explanation. Just get out of bed now."

Kara stepped out from nowhere, her long honey-blonde hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulder, wearing a pitiful expression—but the glint in her eyes betrayed her true intentions. “I tried to reason with her, but it seems she’s gotten a little… too attached to this maid,” she sighed dramatically as she stepped closer. “Of course, I understand that you are under a lot of stress, Amaya. After everything you’ve been through, it’s understandable that you would cling to the help.” Her gaze shifted to Suri, who had her head lowered, and her smile deepened. Dante’s gaze darkened as Kara stepped closer, brushing her hand lightly over Dante’s arm.

I began to explain when Kara suddenly changed her tone, leaving me more perplexed. "Alpha Netayam!!!" Kara's voice instantly transformed into that of a helpless little omega in need of assistance as she addressed Netayam. "We came to apologise to Kayla for what happened at the entrance today. We didn't mean it, and we hope to make it up to you," Kara stated briefly, her actions sending a provocative message. She continued to touch and caress her arm, biting her lip seductively while speaking to Netayam right in front of me. My confusion grew as I wondered if she was trying to seduce him at this point.

But not this time. She wasn’t plotting revenge. She wasn’t planning to destroy his reputation. He was her ex–best friend, after all. She would simply go with the flow. She has no clue what is ahead waiting for her, but one thing she knows is that Karma is a bitch. Karma gets you back. You just need to believe in it and move on. Try not to take matters into your own hands if unnecessary. Just leave it to Karma. It has its way of dealing with things.

She was born to Noemi and Joseph Rey, a young couple who lived close to Noemi's mother, Roselle. Roselle was a retired high school teacher whose husband died some twenty years ago in a car accident. Kara was beloved to her maternal grandmother, who insisted on naming her after her best friend, who had also passed away.

“What sort of look?” She looked evasive. “Kara…” He demanded. When he gave in to using her first name, he did not want to stop and revert to how he used to address her. Kara is more fitting. Its Italian counterpart teased his mind, but he would not go on and blurt it out. Cara in Italian means dear. He did not want her to know that she was dear to him. His musing was rudely interrupted by her resounding retort. “That we are having an affair. That I am your mistress.”

I could still turn, still run, still call for help before they knew I’d come home at all. My thumb moved toward Xavier’s name in my contacts, slow, careful, terrified the smallest sound would give me away. He was still parked outside, less than a minute away if I could just make it back down those stairs. Then a voice drifted out from the darkness, low and familiar in a way that made my blood run cold. “You really should lock your windows, Kara.” I knew that voice.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​