Lola X Carl Novels & Stories

she tells his brother, who is so angry the veins on his neck are bulging. I sit on his lap and massage him. He lets out deep breaths before burying his head on my neck and kissing me. “Xael, Fiona and Carl are here,” I act all shy. “You are his mate, he can’t help it,” Fiona says, while Carl thins his lips. It’s hard to read him. My spells don’t work on him, but one thing I am sure about is that he will do anything for Xael. We are midway when Carl frowns. “I don’t see the Luna’s car,” he tells Xael, whose whole-body tenses. Damn it!

She then wagged her platinum blond hair and turned away toward Martha’s car, where her other siblings had been waiting for her. Finally, the LOL managed to fight their bullies in school... Lola opened the car and sat on the driving seat, while Larry and Olga were sitting together with Noah on the back, “buckled up!” she told them while eyeing through the rearview mirror. And won… After they were ready, Lola quickly bumped toward Dmitri Lexus which blocked their car and made a small gap for her to escape. Olga frowned to see a dent on Martha’s car, “the lady won’t like this!”

I could almost hear the question in her silence, but I was innocent of it, eventually. By the time we finally left the villa, Lola was carrying several bags. She remained quiet until we reached the car. Then she held out the black card. "Take it." I looked at it. "What?" "Your card." I became confused. "It is yours." "I do not need it." "Why?" She gave me a look. "Because if I take it, you will probably accuse me of being a gold digger." The words caught me off guard. She continued before I could answer.

She looks around slowly. “This will do,” she says. Garrett arrives at four. He parks his unremarkable car on the private road and comes through the front door with his bag and the calm, composed expression of a man who has had a very unusual twenty-four hours and is choosing to process it all through the reliable structure of a medical examination. Lola is in the sitting room when he comes in. She’s on the sofa with Storm asleep on her chest. There’s a specific kind of stillness to her...the deep contentment of a woman who has discovered that a baby on her chest is the best reason she’s ever had not to move an inch.

Like she belonged there. She lifted her gaze then. For a brief second, her eyes met mine. And then she looked away, turning toward the window like the view outside mattered more than what was happening between us. Something hot and vicious coiled under my skin. Lola leaned forward between the seats. “Aww. You look like siblings.” “Siblings?” Xavier laughed. “I don’t hold Carmen’s hand.” “She’d break it,” Lola shot back easily. Abigail exhaled shakily. “We’re not—he’s just—”

Their eyes gleamed as they pounced on Catelyn. A hysterical shriek echoed in the room. … Lola was holding her wine glass as she sipped on the alcohol periodically. She seemed to be waiting. Checking the time, she could not help but wonder. It had been some time since Catelyn was brought up, so everything should have been settled, no? Ding! Her phone notification went off right at that moment. "Perfectly executed. We can proceed." Lola smirked. With Catelyn ravaged, Cedrick would never even bat an eye at her regardless of their relationship. She, Lola, would stand a chance soon after!

Lola POV Although we are sort of surrounded, he doesn’t seem menacing in any way, strange as it might be. “Let’s start over. Hi, I’m Felix. And you are?” he holds out his hand for me to take, but I decide to be the stubborn little b*tch I am for a bit longer. “I am a living nightmare, waiting to get back to the only people who can handle me”. He smiles cockily, before replying “and who would that be precisely? Damon the dragon heir, or Zeke and Zane, the Lycan heirs? You have quite the harem, don’t you?”. I tap my chin, before walking up to him and urging him to bend down, so I can whisper in his ear “that would actually be… none of your damn business”. Whatever he is, he smells nice though.

Lola's POV The ride into the town was silent but comfortable. We did not need to talk to fill the void between us, our silence was peaceful. The only sound in the car was the one coming from the radio that was on. His hand that was on mine did not leave till we got to the center of the town. We were almost there when my phone dinged. I opened it and it turned out to be Lyla. "Yo, wanna hang out today? Feels like eternity since we saw your face", the message read and I smiled. Adrian growled from beside me and I rolled my eyes at him before texting Lyla back.

Lola was relaxed and beautiful, her scarlet dress shimmering in the low light. "That was the best night of my life, Syl," Lola whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. "No strategies, no contracts, just... family." Sylvester kissed the top of her head. "It's what you deserve, Lola. Forever." Just then, her phone, which had been silent all evening, gave a sudden, insistent trill. Lola glanced at the screen, and her smile instantly dimmed. The light in her eyes, so vibrant moments before, flickered out, replaced by a deep furrow of worry.

Overcome by an unusual shyness, Logan began to speak quickly: “Well, Carla must be transformed and running around. I can show you around the house, or try to offer you something to drink, or eat, if you're hungry.” Lola found her companion's nervousness adorable. She approached him slowly, revealing a captivating smile, and gently kissed Logan on the lips. He stared at her, initially surprised and startled, but soon his eyes filled with desire. Logan didn't hesitate and kissed her passionately, losing himself in the exchange of caresses and the intensity of the moment.