Aimee Carter Author Novels & Stories

She almost immediately fidgets her fingers as soon as she gives Rain her excuse, making Rain able to read what was going on in Aimie’s mind based on her actions alone. “Well, it’s not really my problem if you’ve started entertaining someone aside from your husband,” after Rain had scrutinized Aimie, she took a deep breath before she let go of the matter. “But I hope that person you’re having a chat with is a good man. I’m your friend, so it’s only natural for me to be worried about your well-being.” Aimie wanted to retort to what Rain had said. That she was mistaken about whatever she was thinking inside of her mind. But Aimie had no time to deny Rain’s words since when she was about to open

Alex wrote the book and he is now on a book tour. “Yes mother, I think so” Bri said and Chloe furrowed her brows. What was this kid trying to explain to her?

Having a separate changing room was a small luxury she could afford. “Hello sugar,” Aimee replied her greeting with her usual buoyancy visible in her smile, as her curls bounced back from her face when she turned to look at her with an austere look – or what she tried to pass as a severe look. Instead, she looked like she was trying too hard which resulted in a forced expression. “You are late. As usual.” Aimee McKenzie was a wonderful friend simply because she was a magnificent human being. Period. Ultimately, everything in life came down to that – if someone could end up being a superb person, he could achieve anything in life.

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

Carter Carter sat in an uncomfortable office chair, playing on his phone for the twenty minutes while he waited for Mia in the bathroom. He spun around in lazy circles, doing his best to distract himself with emails and phone games, but his mind kept going back to Mia. She was something special. He'd never met anyone like her, and even what he had planned for her today wasn't enough. He wanted to help her fulfill her dream. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but if anyone could figure out how to make something work, it was Carter Williamson.

she said and walked away to prepare for their press release. Christopher looked at Aimee in shock. “You really convinced her with just a sentence,” he said. Aimee smiled triumphantly, knowing that she was not just warming her way back to Christopher, she was also creating a deeper bond. “Sometimes, getting your way through things is more than having money and power,” Aimee said and sashayed away to join the presswoman. “That is why you need me,” Aimee said in her heart, wishing that she could say that to Christopher, even as a joke, but she knew that they were not in that space yet.

"It's my birthday! It's baking time with my mom. However, my mom is very busy, so I have to do it on my own. I'm not mad nor upset because I know mom is very busy in the business and dad...he's been missing for three days. I asked my mom about it, and she just scolded me. However, I'm going to bake! They said we should choose to be happy because there are so many reasons to be thankful, and, um, I just made dozens of cupcakes and cakes and everyone loved them! --I also met a handsome customer... his eyes are sad like he's been having a rough day. So, I gave him a box of my cupcakes to make him smile. I hope I'll see him again. He's too kind and I want him to be happy!" Despite the fact that

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For Chatrine, this was no longer simply about working at a gallery. It was about winning. About conquering a man named Liam Conelli who had underestimated her far too many times. In the middle of her research, Chatrine leaned back in her chair and smiled to herself. “You may be stubborn, Carpenter…” she whispered softly, “…but I’m far harder than any wood you can cut with a machine saw.” Her confidence in her own strategy remained absolute. “Let’s see who surrenders first.” Long past midnight, Chatrine was still sitting at the table, typing, researching, and scribbling notes with unwavering determination. Her blazer hung over the back of a chair while the clothes inside her suitcase remained

I watched the clock hanging on the wall, dreading each forward tick of the second hand. “Sorry I’m late!” Aimee said, rushing through the door with not ten seconds to spare. She was winded, likely from running. But she was smiling. Her cheeks were bright and flush, and happiness sparkled in her eyes. She’d pulled her hair up into a bun, decorated with glittery barrettes. I barely recognized her. I might not have, if I hadn’t spent so much time on her social media accounts. She looked so much like the girl she’d been before… Not the sad, lonely one she’d been lately.