Ally Carter New Books 소설 & 이야기

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.

I heard the door to the car open as I dug around in the cardboard box and I looked up to see Daniel and Jai walk in, both of them staring at me. Jai caught sight of the books sitting next to me and he walked over slowly and picked one up. It was the green one, the one entitled The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. The look he gave me was indecipherable. "A little light reading?" He asked sarcastically, thumbing through the huge, five-hundred page book. I wished in that moment that I could have been small enough to fit in that box and disappear. How embarrassing. "It was just something I found on his shelves," I said, as if that justified it.

Carter’s bedroom door was open and there were lots of books thrown on the floor from her father’s old bookshelf which belongs to her mother, she knows her father had been keeping her mother’s things like treasure. Keller moves forward and looked at his father’s shivering back and run to him from back side she knows Carter is crying, “dad what’s wrong” Keller sits near Carter and saw her father hugging an old book along with the letter Justin gave and crying badly, like a little kid, she never seen her father crying like this not even when her aunt Rose died. Carter looked at Keller’s face who looks so much like his wife and hugs her back.

It came together fast, clean, professional, exactly the kind of piece my editor expected. Then I got to the part about the crashed file, the night in the library, the snow. Carter's dedication extends beyond the ice. During a recent library visit, he spent hours helping rebuild a corrupted research project rather than leave a friend stranded, deliberately setting aside a personal call to do so. I reread the line, and something about it felt wrong. Too warm. I kept going anyway. He talks about the game with an ease that fades the moment his father's name comes up, though he was quick to redirect the conversation, clearly more comfortable discussing plays than pressure.

I look away, afraid that I’m gonna start picturing him naked. The problem with me is that I always seem to go for the bad ones. The hot, emotionally unavailable men who are always too in love with their looks. “What kinda trouble are you in?” Carter asks. “Excuse me?” “Maybe we can help.” If he wants to pry into my life, he can do a G****e search. If he still uses the internet. I don’t see any computers here. I take another sip of gin and wonder why Carter decided to sell his business. Lots of things aren’t adding up at the moment. It’s why I should probably get my ass out of here. Now.

"Listen, Caiah and I aren't always going to be here. I work in Seattle and he's in Korea, so we're not always here. It's best if you two live together. You can always visit Uncle Ephraim at the hospital or something. And Carter's going to give you one of his cars," "Give?!" Carter shot up in his seat. "Listen, I'm half deaf," he says pointing at his hearing aid on his right ear. "And I thought I head 'borrow'," Zeus and Caiah laughed, looking at Carter. "Listen, I ain't got a problem with you buddy, but I'm not giving you my cars. I can borrow you one now while you wait for them to buy you one. You know how to drive, right?" "Yes," Damien says.

"Oh, so you share no ties with Ms. Ravelle? In that case, ma'am, you'd do well to watch your words." Carter finally spoke. "It's quite late. Don't you think just barging into someone's home like this is inappropriate?" He could tell that the luxury cars parked outside weren't ordinary. After all, they all had Draventh license plates. Carter brushed past Anthony and stepped outside. He said, "Mr. Snider." Rhea snapped out of it, her back still turned to him. George subtly stepped in front of her, shielding her from Carter's view. He looked at Carter and said, "Mr. Jamison, you seem to be in quite the mood."

“The sister of the true Luna? Luna Brittany Carter is Beta Carter’s daughter. He only had one other, and she was reported deceased by Alpha Kane over two months ago. Correct?” “Oh, you would be correct, Sir. It would seem as though more truth about Carissa Carter is also coming out. I must admit that it makes Beta Carter's accusations seem much more believable, Sir.” My chest tightened when I heard the Councilman update the other regarding CC. I can’t afford to have this spread outside the pack. “How so? I thought we put this matter to bed?”

Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it. Maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe it was one of his hookups and it got mixed up in his stuff. But then I remembered the way he’d roughly gripped my head. Carter hadn’t just been testing the waters; he dove in head first. I swallowed the lump in my throat and threw the book under his bed. If he was reading stuff like this, maybe he wasn’t as straight as he wanted everyone to think. A fantasy of Noah moaning quietly as he rubbed his dick while reading his dirty fiction flashed in my head and I let out a curse, my dick bumping against my zipper.

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.”