Whitty X Carol Novels & Stories

Candy-now-Kimberly almost screamed. “You know,” Carol said calmly, “a hooker, a whore, a slut ... All those good things.” “But you’re married!” “Oh, that’s just a tax deal,” the girl responded blithely. “And the loudest, most foul-mouthed fuck in the Western world,” Bill Christian added as he and Brad came to the table carrying bottles of beer. “You can’t say that!” Carol protested. “You haven’t fucked every woman in the Western world, so you can’t know I’m the loudest.” Her face fell as she added, “I’ll have to concede I’m probably the most foul-mouthed, though.”

She then took a deep breath and was about to let go of the steering wheel and ram her elbow hard into Carol’s head, after which she would choke her to death, or bludgeon her head with the hammer that was in the boot of the car when Carol spoke. “Damn! Of course. That stupid woman who was recording Belinda as she yelled at me after the funeral.” She said, slapping her palm against her forehead in frustration and stopping the other woman’s train of thought. “Yeah…yeah. Of course. Where else would I get such information?” Charlotte said, not at all sure what Carol was talking about.

“So what Mrs. Schmidt means is, no one here is worthy of hearing her sing?” “I never said that. You said that.” Amanda gracefully raised a glass and took a sip. Carol’s face turned even paler than before. This woman—completely unreadable. As Carol stood there, speechless, Amanda sneered inwardly. Serves you right for being abandoned. If Barry really wanted to marry you, he would have done it by now. Why would you have to wait for years? But Amanda didn’t think Carol looked quite embarrassed enough, so she added softly, “Miss Wilson, perhaps you should turn your attention elsewhere.”

“Yes, of course. You and Carlie were in that accident together four years ago. She was trapped in the car, and you were lucky enough to survive when the cars exploded. I know you. Your last name is Green, and your first name is…” Alfred reminded Walter instantly, “Master, it’s Sotiria!” “Yeah! Sotiria!” Walter patted his head. “No wonder you and Carlie were involved in the same accident back then. It turns out that you’re good friends.” Looking at her father’s bloodshot eyes and haggard face due to depression, Charlotte felt like her heart was being sliced into pieces by a razor-sharp blade. Nevertheless, she tried her best to keep calm on the surface. “Yes.”

“I'll forever be grateful to you for that, Milady.” “Well it was my fault that you were in that situation anyways.” I shrugged, “I'm glad I could help fix it.” There was a small, heavy pause between us. Then a pinch appeared between Carol's brows. “Milady…if I may speak freely?” “Please, do.” I nodded. She sighed, squeezing my fingers, then seeming to catch herself, she let go. “I heard whispers,” Carol lowered her gaze, “they're saying you poisoned yourself out of pain and misery.”

I quoted with my fingers. “Who is Carter?” Carolyne ask “Crippler, the guy Nathan fought.” She looks shocked at me. “NO!!!” I nodded my head. “Yip saw it with my own eyes.” Carolyne’s eyes grew big as if suddenly thinking about something. “Did she recognize you?” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, but I don’t think so. She only thought of me as someone who’s trying to steal her ‘man’.” I shake my head.

*** 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…”

“It is true. Anna, if you may know, I wasn’t trying to flirt with you. It’s just the way I react and talk. And whatever doubts you’re having. I’m sure they would be pretty clear now.” “And I’m sure you’ve realised what you want.” Suddenly, the door swings open and a woman with half burned face came in. Carlo smiled and walked up to her. “Miss, Meet Eve. My wife.” Eve was pregnant, and she was so beautiful. I got up and shook her hand, smiling. “Nice to meet you,” I say. “Likewise. Is anything wrong?” “Oh no, In fact, I was just about to leave. Your Husband sure is a great masseur.”

The eldest spoke, “Do you feel safe right now, Mr. Hart?” “No.” Carolus’s smiles were only for his sister, so his lips wouldn’t even leave a straight line now. “Both families that I sinned against are competing for my head. I think it’s just a matter of whose hands will give me a more humane death.” “Does the name April Hoddard ring a bell to you?” Yuri continued the interrogation.

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.