Novel & Cerita Ally Carter Books

This news makes Headline of the week as Carter Group, one of America’s biggest Automobile Companies by net worth, folds up. CEO of Carter Group Bethany Carter, driven by resilience, was unwilling to submit to the circumstances that led to the fall of her company and the ruin of her family name. She resolves to get it all back. This determination leads her back to the drawing board where the journey of the Carter family began. She was confident she would find the strength and motivation relevant for her next line of action.

I walked into Carter’s living room to find him and Arianna pouring over books and sharing a pot of coffee. “Hi” I said, being civil. They both said hi back but didn’t look up at me. I grabbed a cup from the kitchen and joined them. I could pour over books and drink coffee too. “Now you want to help? Where did you run off all day?” Carter asked, visibly upset. “I have a life of my own you know. Plus, I’m here now so what does it matter? What exactly are we looking for in these books?” I asked, irritated.

“Doesn’t look like you’re ridin’ with me.” “I’ll follow you in my car, that way I can leave when I want.” He didn’t like it, but he managed a bland, “Fair enough.” Carter’s place was a couple of miles up the road—shorter on horseback. Driving the potholed gravel road on autopilot, he imagined Macie riding bareback, a beaded buckskin dress sliding up her slender thighs, her curtain of silky hair flowing behind her as she rode wild and free across the Wyoming prairie.

"Mr. Witt, these too." Inside the box were the white book covers Lauren had bought for her and Adrian, along with a few small trinkets. Some were still unopened, left in the corner all this time by Arielle. Carter tugged at his tie in frustration. "Throw it all out!" He sank onto the couch, staring around the villa as if it were a stranger's home. This wasn't what he remembered a home feeling like. His former house hadn't been large, but it was filled with his children's laughter, Rhea's gentle warmth, and the quiet voices of the staff. There was always the smell of cooking in the air and the sound of little feet racing through the halls.

In a world where my mother constantly expected me to be fine, and where Killian had abandoned me without a second thought, Carter was the only person letting me grieve at my own pace without demanding explanations or making me feel guilty. Before he dropped me off at the gates of the estate, Carter reached into the backseat and pulled out a small, heavy paper bag, handing it to me. I opened it and gasped softly. Inside was a brand-new, thick, spiral-bound leather sketchbook and a full set of professional graphite drawing pencils. "Carter, no..." I protested, looking up at him with wide eyes. "You didn't need to spend money on this."

“Cry about it, Carl. Damn! Have you seen the way the man looks at her? Have you seen how Cathy ogles him?! Look I know where I’ve lost okay? And where Cathy and Ted are concerned I’ll just let them both decide their fate.” Trying not to think about Chase’s words about how Ted looked at her Cathy crossed her arms again. “Chase has given his word, not that I needed it. And not that I need yours, Carl because whether you like it or not I am leaving here with Theodore Cyneric. My mate.” She turned to Maggie and the two women started to leave. “Do you even know him?” Carl’s voice stopped them. “I just said his name didn’t I?” Carl waved away her intentional obtuseness. “You’ve only known this guy

“You know Carter Vale?” “Yes, Eli, he’s your professor. Tall. Cold. Sexy in that I-could-kill-you way.” “Yeah, him.” I sat up. “He owns CarTer.” There was a beat of silence. Then she screamed so loudly I dropped the phone. I scrambled, putting it back to my ear. “Why are you screaming?!” “ELI!” she shouted. “You mean CarTer—as in the CarTer law firm that’s literally everyone’s wet dream to work at? The CarTer that gets mentioned in, like, every law article? That CarTer?!”

I looked up to see Carter standing in the doorway, holding a thick novel. “Here,” he said, tossing the book onto the bed. “Pride and Prejudice. Thought it might suit your delicate sensibilities.” I groaned. “Seriously? Do you expect me to just sit here and read while you do… whatever it is you do?” “Pretty much,” he replied with a smirk. “Unless you prefer more kissing?” I threw a pillow at him, which he deftly dodged. “In your dreams, Carter.” He chuckled. “They are. Frequently.”

“Come on, let’s go home. I’m hungry.” Archer bounced around to the other side of the car, jumping in his seat. “Cara, you ate an hour ago.” He shook his head at her. “Ayla’s hungry then.” She shrugged her shoulders at him as they peeled away from the car park. ____________________________________ Don't forget to check out my Instagram: @_LouiseHope_ There is also a fanpage on facebook where ideas, theories and general discussions take place, just search for Louise Hope Fan Base. If you haven't yet, I also have a free book on Inkitt called Agent Carter and I am currently planning a spin off from Sgt Maddox as I type.

And then; Carter’s blood ran cold. There, among the leather-bound volumes, were notebooks with labels written in neat handwriting. Carter – London Carter – France Carter – Switzerland Every place that Carter had lived during his seven-year self-exile abroad. With shaking hands, Carter pulled down the London notebook and flipped it open. It was filled with pages and pages of dates, times, and photographs. Carter leaving his apartment building headed to a store, Carter at his favourite coffee shop typing away at his laptop, Carter running to work afraid of being late.