Whitty And Carol Novels & Stories

You’re drilling holes through me,** she teases, tracing her fingers along his face. Damien wraps his arms around her waist, a smile tugging at his lips. **What can I do? My wife is so stunning I can’t look away. Is there a cure for this, Mrs. Crawley?** Blushing, Carol signs back, **I don’t want you to stop. In fact, you’re not allowed to look away!** She grabs his chin, grinning. Damien chuckles, lifting her as he stands. **Let’s take a warm shower.**

Then eyed her suspiciously. “What?” She shrugged, not knowing what was running through her friend’s mind to put that mischievous look in her eyes. ”You’re wearing it aren’t you?” “Wearing what?” She shouted back. “Willis’ shirt is what.” Carol retorted, then added “You know, the hoodie you’re wearing is not transparent. How’s he gonna know what’s beneath it.” “Sorry, I did not quite catch that.” She replied feigning ignorance. “Take. The. Hoodie. Off” Carol emphasized every word with a pause, shouting at the top of her lungs. At the same time, the music came to an abrupt halt with her voice ringing out into the now somewhat quiet court.

when I caught sight of the person approaching us – his gaze fixed on just one person. “Dear Miss Carla, are you ready to leave now?” Walter asked, looking like a valiant coach man ready to lead his mistress into her coach. Carla replied with that same flustered sound she always used with him; which resembled something between a titter and a chuckle. "Oh, Walter, you remembered?" “Of course I did. How could I forget when it had to with you, oh so benevolent Miss Carla? I've just been waiting for you to finish working so we could leave together as I promised,” he stated, looking quite pleased with himself – and from the looks of it, so did Carla. I, however, couldn’t help thinking how Wal

The room quieted, everyone's attention shifting toward Carol with curious, cautious anticipation. "I've met someone," she said, a small, tentative smile breaking through her earlier emotion. "His name is Walter. We've been seeing each other for about four months now, quietly, because I wasn't sure how any of you would feel about it, given everything with Robert all those years ago."

The girl said and suddenly Judy remembered something. "Wait, is that you? Camel? or ah what's your name?" Judy said. "Carol, yes that's me, is my face no longer recognizable? even though when I married him many people liked me because we looked good together, but once the damn news came out, they all disappeared and I was wasted," Carol said, while Judy just kept quiet listening to her. "So the bitch you mean is Olivia?" Judy said.

*** Amy woke up and immediately reached for her phone, hoping for an update from the detective. Her heart skipped a beat—there was a message. She opened it. The video was clearer this time. The car’s plate number was visible. Her phone buzzed again—it was Harris calling. She answered immediately. “Amy! We’ve confirmed it,” Harris said, his voice urgent. “The car belongs to Danielle Clevers. Danielle Clevers is the one who ran down Charlotte Warper!” Amy’s hands trembled as she held the phone. “I… I can’t believe it…”

I shiver helplessly. "What is going on down here?" Carol says, her tone irritated and sleepy. She stomps over to Ryder and Dante who form a small scuffle at the front foyer, Dante trying to leave while Ryder aims to stop him. "You two better break it up!" Carol yells. "I will spank you both, no matter how old you are!" I bite back a snicker. Now isn't the time to find humor in the Golden brothers' fits of rage or in Carol's attempt to shut it down. She launches herself between them, taking Dante by his ear and pinching him so hard that even I wince.

After calming down, Gwen finally managed to recompose herself and said, "Carol, you'd better be frank and tell me who helped you kick the Morrisons' ass!" "And the Hackett family's too!" After reading through the texts, Caroline pondered for a moment before replying, "It was SY Group's CEO." Since everything was set in stone, there was no reason for her to keep it a secret anymore. She didn't know how much of an impact her words had on the others in the group chat. "What? SY Group's CEO? Carol, you should have told us this before!" "So that was why you were able to defeat both the Morrisons and the Hacketts at the same time! My goodness, Caroline, you're so cool!" After sending the message,

The plan was yet to be executed and Carol didn't want some stupid affection to demolish all her hard work. “Sush! How come you forgot what we have planned for our sweet Julia? Is not it enough to enjoy? Your prince can enjoy it too,” Carol whispered, drawing her lips close to Damina’s ear, as her sharp, painted coal eyes followed Julia on the stairs and she watched Julia take the last step as she smiled broadly. Carol shifted her eyes from the stairs to the stage where Stacy was clicking her pictures with Timothy. Feeling the eyes in her body Stacy quickly snatched the string and met with Carol’s sly eyes.

Harriet looked at Carol and chuckled, "Why did you suddenly come to see me, holding a cup of coffee?" Carol handed the coffee to her and blushed. "Ms. Bass, I'm very grateful that you could stand up for those girls exploited by Wendell. You're my idol." Harriet raised her eyebrows, wondering if Carol had just come to thank her. She hadn't expected to have fans now. Harriet tucked her hair behind her ears. Her manners were gentle yet strong. She smiled and said coolly, "It's what I do." Carol was mesmerized by her decisive manners.