Kara Novel Novels & Stories

I lifted her in one fluid motion, her arms locking around my neck as I crossed the room and dropped her onto the mattress. “Dylan—” she gasped, grinding against me desperately. Kara lay on the bed, bare and glowing like something forged in fire. Her eyes—half-lidded, wild, held me in place. The heat wasn’t gone. Just simmering under the surface, waiting to boil over again. She turned slowly toward me, her lips parted, her legs curling instinctively as her scent drifted over. My name wasn’t spoken, but her body called to me. I stood, every muscle tight with restraint, and came to kneel between her knees.

Karla's voice reverberated, a tempest unleashed as she confronted Conrad with burning intensity. Her origins were humble, hailing from the rustic countryside with a family of meager means. A stroke of fortune led her to college, where she crossed paths with Conrad. Conrad, the embodiment of affluence and charm, a beacon of opulence. Karla pursued him relentlessly, orchestrating strategic "chance" encounters, delving into his passions, and allowing affection to bloom. Their intimacy grew, an illusion of camaraderie blossoming into love's embrace.

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He gave me a weak smile. “Elena, thank you.” “You made me see your love.” At that moment, I believed everything had finally returned to the right path. I thought I had recovered our love. Soon after, we got married. I even gave birth to adorable vampire twins for him. But gradually, my body began to fail. I even showed signs of aging. That day, as I lay in a sickbed, Kael entered the house holding a familiar woman’s hand. Sylvia. She was not dead.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

"Oh, I had a bad dream and couldn't sleep. So, I make desserts and easy-to-cook foods for MJ and H." "Okay," He approached the fridge as he opened it. "Keira also had a nightmare." He took out a tray of yogurt and fruits. "It's full of blood and shits. I couldn't sleep." He turned to Karmina who seemed to stop. "Is Jo okay?" She suddenly asked. It was odd and cunning that the three of them had a weird connection. Keira was like Karmina who had strong feelings and senses. Also a strong intuition. "Yes, she wasn't a while ago. Keira mentioned that she's afraid to get pregnant and she's angry at Connor…"

The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs. "This is Kara," Marcus says, gesturing to her. "My second-in-command and the reason half these idiots are still alive." Kara shifts back to human form properly now, pulling on clothes from a nearby shelter. She's around twenty-five in human years, with short dark hair and a scar running from her eyebrow to her jaw. When she looks at Stark, her expression is pure disdain. "The vampire prince," she says, making it sound like an insult. "How wonderful. Another entitled royal slumming it with the peasants."

“When Chloe killed my father, my mother was still pregnant with me. She knew that her sister was going to come for me, so she fled and went far away. A few years later, she returned and begged the Wife to take me. I was sent to train as one of the soldiers at a very young age.” I couldn’t say a word after listening to everything Kara said, but she was done. “The CEO and I were so close that everyone thought we were going to end up together. But along came Catherinea, the betrothed.” Kara scoffed, and then she stared at me for a while. She wanted to know if I was going to be upset about her story, but all I wanted was to satisfy my curiosity. “We also thought that Catherinea was going to be

But I can't tell these two coz they'll think I'm snoopy and I like him. I sink back on the seat and continue to munch on the oreos. "Harry was mean to Tessa," Karla says in delight. "Look where they ended!" "Who are those?" I ask obliviously. "Oh My God!" She almost causes an accident due to shock. "You've not read AFTER?" I roll my eyes. "What's that?" Why is she making such a big deal? "It's the most famous wattpad book!" Karla groans in frustration. "We are so NOT friends, Camilla Clarkson!"

he replied. He stopped and looked at me and we both burst out laughing. He was a real charmer. Always able to change the mood. I liked that about him. "So, tell me about yourself" He asked "Well, I'm Kiara, I've been in this mansion for a month and a few days and some of those days were spent in the cells where I was constantly tortured. You know what? Let me rewind. At first, I was happy and content with my life. My parents were still alive, my mate was too. I was just me. But then, your father killed everyone I ever loved and made me watch. He forced me to bow but I resisted and he named me a prisoner and I was forced to compete in an actual Decima. I won obviously, I was last man standing