The Pact Carnival Row Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on, Mang Pedring! Look at me—I look gorgeous! So feminine! And you still call me Pating? I told you, I am Patty!” Patty huffed dramatically, then suddenly beamed when Carl stepped out of the car. “Ayy! You didn’t tell me the future prince of Barrio Sais was with you! Hi, Papa Carl…” Patty flirted shamelessly, even flicking back his nonexistent long hair. Izzy couldn’t help but laugh loudly when she saw the look Carl gave her. He looked like he was begging for help, especially when Patty suddenly wrapped his arms around Carl’s waist. “Help…”

a few voices shouted. "Are you 'Content'?" "NO!" the crowd roared back, their voices growing stronger. "Then follow us," Rowan said, pointing toward the black tower. "We’re going to go talk to the 'Developers.' And we’re going to tell them that the show is **Cancelled**." --- ### The March of the Unwritten We began to walk. Thousands of us. A slow, stumbling army of people who had forgotten how to be real, led by a girl who bled gold and a boy who bled violet.

''About the event, you need a partner to attend. I hissed a short irritated one, thinking of spending another night with Stephanie. ''Why do you need a partner to attend a gala?'' I asked. Dominic shrugged, ''And Stephanie isn't in town. You have to secure the contract, find a way.'' He made it halfway to the door before a thought crossed his mind and he turned back to me with a smug grin I had once seen and never again since his expression was always as hard as a stone. ''What?'' I raised a brow.

~Liv~ I was still stuck there like my feet had grown roots into the damn grass, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my teeth, watching Caleb haul Kacy up by the shirt again like he was gonna finish what he started, when headlights cut across the parking lot sharp enough to make me squint. Rowan’s truck. Of course. Because the universe apparently decided one fistfight wasn’t enough entertainment for one night.

“A good day.” As the afternoon light turned the room amber, Evelyn produced her phone. “A picture. We must have a picture.” It wasn’t a formal arrangement. They simply gathered on the large sofa. Henry sat holding Bella, beaming. William stood behind him, a hand on his father’s shoulder. Mimi sat next to Henry, her head tilted towards her daughter. Evelyn stood to the side, her hand on William’s arm, her smile serene and unguarded. The phone camera clicked. The image captured was not of a powerful dynasty, but of a family. Tired, happy, intertwined. The Unbreakable Accord, framed in pixels.

Becky let go of her arm and shifted to sit across from James so she could see his face. "What do you mean?" she asked with a furrowed brow. James picked up a canvas that had been torn apart because he had stabbed it with a kitchen knife. Becky smoothed the holes in the canvas so she could see the whole picture. And when she could see it clearly, she covered her mouth in too much shock. The painting depicted a middle-aged woman who was of course Nora Johnson, she was standing with a gun at five teenage boys who were kneeling in front of her.

he forms his hands into fist in the air encouraging himself for the victory. Evan exhales turning to his right he takes a look at Riley and then turns to his left and looks at Aiden, the movement of his pen is faster than he expected not understanding his messy handwriting of the clauses they uttered. Flipping the page he writes on the last page, clause number 198, he waits till Aiden speaks. “Party B will obey Party A’s orders,” she states her eyes moves to the pen which Evan holds following table movement. “Then Party A should I obey Party B’s orders as well,” Riley snaps throwing daggers at Aiden with his eyes.

As they arrived in the Carnival, both of them wore their mask and went inside, after paying the entrance fee of course Ali, who's consciousness knew that she never once visited the carnival because their terrified that she'll remember something "Want some candy?"he offered as she accepted the candy in his hands as they walked in the pathway of the carnival which was occupied by people "How about we try the shooting game first?"he offered, seeing the booth right ahead, rushing towards it which she doesn't have any other choice but to follow Handing her a toy gun, as he then paid for it, she stared at the targets which are only some stuffs that they need to knock down

It definitely feels lived in. Nevaeh and Amara set down drinks and snacks on the coffee table as we settle back on the couch. We don’t mention the real reason for being on campus. We simply lay our things in Rowan’s old room and head out for some pizza. The campus is packed at this time of day. The pizza place is a small greasy spoon with a sign outside that reads, “Polly’s Perfect ‘Za” in bold black letters over a dirty yellow awning.

Randall assured Rowena as he sat her down in a chair. "No way. I don't want to do that here!" "Rowena, don't forget your word. You promised to have sex with me whenever I wanted. Otherwise, I won't let you go after this month!" Randall was right. Rowena had agreed to fulfill all of Randall's desires when she had made her pact with him. She had hoped that he would soon get bored with her. To her astonishment, Randall was much wilder than she ever imagined. She thought she knew him well. She thought he was a rigid and reserved man; a man who was not raunchy.