Whitty X Carol Novels & Stories

The witness had said that the people in the car were two young ladies. “I’m sure,” Elowen said firmly, pointing at the scratch on the screen, explaining how she was sure “That car belongs to her.” she added when she was done. “What’s her name?” Lucien asked quickly. His voice was calm—but dangerous. Elowen turned to him. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “Scarlett Whitemere.”

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h

Carol said. She was dressed in a silk V-neck camisole, revealing a hint of her smooth, pale skin. She had her long hair draped to one side, her glamorous makeup enhancing her seductive charm. Scarlett wore a simple outfit—a cardigan paired with denim shorts and flats that gave her a youthful, energetic vibe. Ashton didn't feel like bickering with Carol, opting instead to begin cultivating by circulating the Cosmic Breathing Technique. "What do you do for a living, Ashton? You're already 30 years old, right? Have you actually made a name for yourself yet?" Carol questioned.

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.

Then a soft wind swept through the cracks in the window, carrying with it the faintest whisper—low, cold, and unmistakably real. Carter… I stiffened. My blood ran cold. Charlie turned toward me, brow furrowed. “What is it?” “Nothing,” I lied, forcing a shaky breath as the whisper faded into the night. “Just the wind.” But deep down, I knew better. The Wicked wasn’t gone. He was waiting. And somehow… he knew my name. —————————————————————————————————

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

You’re unfortunately the sweetest person I have ever met,’ she smiles. ‘Carol... thank you.’ I smile and give Carol a hug. ‘Oh!’ Carol gasps, then awkwardly wraps her arms around me, and embraces the hug. The helicopter is about to fly past again. Hailey races into a more open area with fewer trees, waves her arms and screams ‘down here’ as loud as she can. The helicopter circles above Hailey; they have seen her. Carol and I sit on one of the boulders, and I can’t help but laugh when I look at her disarrayed state: her tangled hair, her dirt-smudged face, and at the twigs sticking out of her hair.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

he said as he took his leave. "You’re welcome," Mr. Alen replied politely. Dillbert turned around and walked unsteadily toward his car, parked in Mr. Alen's yard. His gaze was empty, his soul shattered by the realization that Caroline was married. The driver opened the car door for him, and Dillbert got in. His body was limp, as if he had lost all will to live. He sank into the seat, leaning his head against the backrest. Staring blankly ahead, his mind replayed the happy memories he had shared with Caroline. Only those cherished moments remained vividly stored in his mind.