Novel & Cerita Ally Carter New Books

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

My posture straightens immediately. Carter steps out. He’s carrying a stack of books tucked under one arm. Five. Maybe six. “Bought yourself a little reading material, huh?” I call out before he even closes the car door. Yeah. I heard it too. That tone. I’m off today. Hangover still lingering. “Well… yes and no,” Carter replies, like that sentence actually explains anything. I lean forward on the swing. “So… they’re not books then?” “N-no, they’re definitely books,” he says quickly. “But they’re not my books.”

The Lonely Eyes was finally inscribed as the title of the novel. Yuki Carter is the famous writer that even Dahlia liked her writing. But it’s been a while since her top one t best-seller novel published and her new books was underrated. She couldn’t even be part of the List of Best-seller author. Until she asked a favor to her brother Kai Carter, to buy a specific place where she maybe can write well, the Ofemia Milktea Shop. Kai Carter is a Mafia boss and without knowing he is the Grand Alpha of the existing werewolves. Getting the Milktea Shop is just snapping his finger to grant his adopted sister wish.

Since Carter doesn’t like to be threatened, she expected Carter to fight back and ignore what Caroline said but instead, he let go of her wrist and stood up. Her right eye twitched with a sense of foreboding as chill seeped into her skin and straight to her heart. She had a bad feeling about this. —————- Caroline asked him to make a pit stop at Alex’s pack and unlike him who dressed up in a casual black t-shirt and blue denim jeans, the good boy Alex was dressed in a three-piece black suit, hah - Cruz was totally worthy of this respect, right? Carter didn’t speak nor did he pay any heed to all the underhanded remarks that Caroline sent his way while he was driving to the spot where they were

“So what are you going to do?” I stare at my phone sitting face down on the coffee table. Carter’s business card is tucked neatly beneath it. I don’t answer right away. Instead, I reach for the card. My pulse starts climbing immediately. The black card stock is smooth between my fingers, embossed in silver: CARTER J. FORD Executive Director Ford Corporation. Carrie goes completely still beside me. “No way,” she whispers. I unlock my phone and then I type in the number from the card.

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.

I shake my head and head to the parking area where I park my red Ferrari car.  Yes I'm a nerd but that doesn't mean I don't have taste. Actually it's my parents gift to me in my 17th bday last year. But I only used it, to go to school since I am not into parties or going to shopping or even going to friends house, I'm just contented sitting in our library and read any sort of books that pin my interest. "Hey!" My eyes quickly snap to the owner of the voice who happen to be on my side. My eyes went wide since it's Ashton walking beside me.

Carter: Tomorrow at ten. I picked up my notebook from the edge of the table. It was a plain one, dark blue cover, nothing written in it yet. I had bought it the same day I moved into the duplex, carried it home, and left it sitting on the table unopened because nothing felt ready to be written down yet. I opened it to the first page. I uncapped my pen. And at the top of the clean white page, in my own handwriting, unhurried and certain, I wrote the time. Ten o'clock. Then underneath it I wrote the name. Mrs. Carter. Then underneath that, smaller and private and just for me, I wrote two more words.

Lucas snapped at him for being jittery while I just chuckled at the sight of them. I continued on checking the invites and some paperwork, while Carter made a loud groan and slammed his head on the desk, then buried his head under his arms and spoke in muffled sound,"When will they get here? Damn! My wolf is about to rip my body into pieces!" "Patience man! Don't worry, you'll get laid soon," I smirked as he glared up at me, then grabbed a book beside him,"Or if you can't wait, get laid by those fames you always flirt with around the RB house,"

I asked, raising my brows as I slid into the passenger’s seat. “One of them,” Carter said shrugging. It was brought to my attention that I really didn’t know much about Carter. How rich was he that he could afford more than one car? Or maybe he had some kind of ability that manipulated minds like Joseph did. Either way, I really wasn’t sure. “So, we are getting medicine?” I asked, peering over at him as he fixed his attention on the road before us. “Yes,” he said slowly. Something about his tone made me think there was much more to this story, so I continued to stare at him until he caved and told me the truth. “Okay… maybe not medicine.”