Kara Sevda Novels & Stories

Unless he really cared about me like he said before. After a few minutes I saw Karisha coming out of the lake. My eyes followed the trail of water dripping from his hair and running down his beautifully tanned skin, enhancing the details of his carved chest, his six bellies, his deep V line ... OMG! I didn't want to see that!

Fuck, that was low-key hella cute. Later on that day, dad wanted to have some alone time with his soon-to-be wife, so he asked me to take Kara out and show her the island. Kara, that was her name. She was quiet and shy, and I thought she was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. She didn’t wear a lot of make up or anything like that, she was just naturally beautiful. She had long dark brown hair, fair skin, and a rosy complexion. Her eyes were as blue as the sea and her lips looked so enticing.

“Kara was the perfect daughter, beautiful, respectful, and responsible. She was a delight to her parents, just like her twin brother, Kain. But Kara wasn't happy. All the while, she had always been a happy child, until she got news that stole away her joy. She was to be married off. All her life she had been prepared for her marriage, and when it was finally happening, it frightened her. On a lovely autumn evening, she decided to take a walk down the beach that overlooked her parent's Castle. She stood in front of the still water mourning a future she was yet to know. Her husband was Rufus, a greedy, ruthless king who had an eye for beauty.

Kara replied to me, "Now, you want your mate? But it was wonderful to be like this, after all, it was after a long time that you had lost yourself. I have also given you pleasure to look at your mate's bottom naked." She embarrassed me the most. But I replied to her savagely, "Who howled in pleasure?" Kara replied shamelessly, "That was pleasing to my eyes." Ron interrupted our conversation and asked, "Are you mad Kara?" Kara answered, "No. I am not but I want to tell you a secret." Ron licked Kara again and asked, "What it is, my love?" Kara responded shamelessly again, "I have seen Ray's back naked. He was a very round and perfect ass." I was so embarrassed again at what Kara is talking ab

she said, staring down at me. She looked almost the same, beautiful, yes, beautiful—except now she didn’t need to hide the coldness in her eyes as she stared at me. “You look good,” Kara continued, circling me like a shark. “A little roughed up, sure… but still the same naive little girl.” “What do you want, Kara?” I hissed, glaring at her, but she only chuckled, crouching down until we were eye level. “How did you not die?” she asked. “I must admit, as much as I hate you, I was quite impressed when I found out you were still alive,” she said, tapping my forehead gently with her manicured nail. Her voice was soft, yet dripping with venom.

Later, they practiced in pairs. Kara was paired with the same brunette who had looked impatient earlier. Up close, the girl didn’t look impatient anymore. She looked nervous. “You’re new, right?” the brunette asked quietly. “Yes.” “You don’t look nervous.” Kara smiled faintly. “I am.” They both laughed softly and continued practicing. “I’m Kara.” “Elira.” “Elira? What does that mean?” “To be free. Independent.” Elira smiled as she explained, making Kara nodded thoughtfully.

“Zehra Mahmood.” Seema wrote that on her clipboard. “Okay, do you need any instruments? Karaoke?” “Yea, um, karaoke would be helpful,” Seema wrote it all down. “Which song?” Zehra panicked. “I don’t know, I...” “Faded, Alan Walker. It's one of your best covers,” Nora said. Seema wrote again. “Alright, here’s you number. Best of luck.” She handed a piece of paper saying #15 to a nervous Zehra and walked into the hall.