Tvd Caroline Novels & Stories

THE MEDIA Lana pov Caroline Davon, a prominent journalist known for her critical stance on the media's portrayal of the situation instigated by Sarah, prompted me to create an opportunity for Donavon to halt all agreements intended for my company. I carefully repositioned the table to facilitate a discussion regarding the scandal, as Caroline urged me to address the matters at hand in order to restore my reputation. While I acknowledged her request, I remained unconvinced of the necessity to engage with individuals like Sarah and Donavon, deeming them unworthy of my attention. I scoffed, running my fingers through my hair as I contemplated my next words.

She smiled and offered a return gesture, figuring that they wouldn't even remember her in the morning. Cara finally stepped away from the window and plopped sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached for the remote and turned on the television. Flipping past all the local news channels, she quickly found one of the movie channels and the regular sex documentary show that aired new episodes once a week on Saturdays.

The last thing she wanted to do now was give the media another soundbite to twist. “Justice was served today,” she said firmly. “That’s all that matters.” The reporters weren’t satisfied, of course. They never were. They continued shouting questions, but Caroline ignored them, pushing forward toward the black car waiting at the curb. Sarah was already inside, watching them with a mixture of amusement and relief. “Look at you two,” she teased as they climbed in. “Heroes of the hour.” Caroline rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. If she was a hero, then she was a very tired one.

In the penitentiary where Elena was detained, the voice of a radio broadcaster came through the glitching radio in the warden’s office. “For Today’s Gist, we have a spicy one for you. It’s been ten years since Elena Carter killed Lucas Vance, leaving both Charlotte and Adrian single. In the process of consoling each other, Charlotte and Adrian fell in love. A year ago, they got married and have announced their upcoming wedding anniversary as they plan to make it a memorable one.”

She has the damaged Tiffany’s phone covered in a transparent sheet. ..... While in Lowe’s house, Caroline is in her sister’s arms. They both are lying in the bedroom. Charlotte is assuring her sister. Usually, assuring anyone would be Chloe’s job, but Caroline has no one except Charlotte. “I never ever guessed Bill would involve in this. I still can’t believe it.” Caroline sobbed.

Marybeth asked. "I'm Carol, by the way," she said, ignoring her question as she pulled out the cigarette from her mouth and pointed it at the empty armchair facing the TV. From its position, within reach of the remote control and the open, stocked-up cooler box beside it, Marybeth figured it belonged to the man of the house. She was tempted to decline Carol's generous offer, but it would be rude. So she gingerly sat down, wincing when something sharp poking through the cushion pricked her butt. But she was careful to hide her grimace as she asked, "what time does Adeline get home?"

Her bare breasts were out. She pulled the dress both up and down. Slicked her hair down once more. Geo pressed the button once more, and the doors opened. He let her leave first. He caught up to her with ease and placed his right hand on the small of her back. It was a very intimate possessive gesture. One that her naivete wouldn't let her catch. When they walked outside, Carolina noticed that her car was not there, an Astin Martin was. The valet had both doors open and ready. She just stood there, still not comfortable with him taking her home. She was still a little buzzed. He wouldn't let her drive.

“They raided Gerald’s hideout. Found his phone, his call logs, his footage. It wasn’t just suspicion, Venus. It’s fact. She was in contact with him. She visited him. This wasn’t spur of the moment, it was deliberate.” I pressed my hand hard against my lips, trying to stop the sound clawing its way out of my chest. On the TV, the footage shifted, showing Caroline ducking her head as officers pushed her into the back of a squad car. Flashes of cameras lit her face—streaked mascara, lips pressed in a hard line. Not remorseful. Not broken. Just furious at being caught. And then The camera panned. Dorian.

I pulled my phone out and called my father. I explained everything from the night before right up until now. I told him about Gideon being requested. I walked away from Jack and Amelia and told him about the connection I was feeling, and he told me not to worry. He would contact Evelyn and offer the full support of Carter and Sons. I thanked him and closed off the call before turning back to face Amelia and Jack. “Carter and Sons are offering their full support to the ADA and will back the case.”

He respects women and is very protective of us. I cleaned our living room since Austin and Julia will be here tomorrow. "Who's coming?" Mom asked me. "My friends will be here tomorrow. We will be doing something for the business," I said while mopping the floor. While I was busy cleaning the mess in the living room, Carlon sat on the sofa, smiling while texting on his phone. "Who are you texting?" I asked him. "It was Sarah," he said. "Who's Sarah?" I asked him. I have a bad feeling about this.