Billy Carson Audiobooks Novels & Stories

After thinking for a while, Felix gave Billy a call as he was an expert. Billy only answered the call after it rang for a while. "Felix, do you know what time it is right now?" Felix couldn't care less about that. He told Billy everything he had experienced moments ago. "You know my capability. I'm certain that there isn't anyone in the house, so what's going on?" Upon hearing that, Billy became interested. "Sobbing sounds that are from a woman or a kid? The sound wouldn't ring when you're standing there?"

Carlisle remarked. Carissa was currently undergoing a beauty treatment, feeling physically and mentally drained from the recent unpleasant experience. Just as she was about to close her eyes and unwind, Carlisle's call interrupted her tranquility. Despite feeling a tad impatient, she managed to suppress her irritation and responded with a smile, "Feel free to ask any questions, Mr. Carlisle." Upon hearing Carlisle's inquiry, Carissa's heart raced. She halted the beauty therapist's hand reaching towards her face, sat up, and with a smile, inquired, "Certainly, that's correct. Is there an issue, Mr. Carlisle?"

“I was drunk and took a taxi home, but I threw up in the taxi and gave the driver $300 to clean it.” Sherman shrugged and said, “Don’t you think it is ridiculous? Why didn’t I get the chance to meet some friends from high school like you did, or even friends from kindergarten? We can catch up, and maybe something exciting will happen. A man and a woman in the same room. Anything could happen.” Billy, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa reading the newspaper, paused reading the newspaper and intentionally pretended to cough. Sherman didn’t seem to hear him. She shot a cold look at him and he kept quiet at once.

I don’t like to run from confrontation, but Any will do nothing except get me into trouble. I nibble on the chicken sandwich I ordered for lunch, having forgotten to make myself something this morning, and I nearly jump out of my seat when someone sits in front of me. “Excuse me, but… Billy?” I look at the cowboy in front of me and smile. “What are you doing here?” Billy smiles widely like he always does, the easy happiness pushing away my distracted thoughts. “I was in the area for work and came in for lunch,” he says, jerking a thumb at the menu on the wall. “I guess great minds think alike.”

Carrie just nodded in my direction when she steered the steering wheel, put the car on drive again. *** “Cassiel, what a lovely name he has,” Carrie said dryly as she helped herself to a huge piece of beef capriccio and pushed it into her mouth like she was famished and it was the end of the world. “What kind of a name is that?” Carrie and I drove around to the Rockefeller Centre and watched one of those old, conspiracy theory movies about a flawed submarine which was left in the Atlantic to defect and the Americans tried to grab it. The movie was so uninteresting that we fell asleep somewhere in the middle. We both liked watching movies from the '80s because we were weird like that.

Carolyn asked weakly, "Can I still have your breakfast again?" Before the conversation was finished, Carsen was already speaking to the person on the other end. After finishing the briefing, Carsen asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly." Carolyn pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing. So, you better hurry."

He wouldn’t even have to break a sweat, and he hadn’t even fully shifted either. It wasn’t fair that one person could have so much power, so much strength. A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts and my heart lurched for a moment. I stayed silent, refusing to respond when the person knocked again, and this time, they spoke. “I can hear you breathing on the other side of the door, and I can hear your heart racing,” Carlos drawled. “You sound like you’re about to have a heart attack.” I felt like I was about to have one.

, I asked. "Sure beautiful, any time you wish, I am at your service", he said.I smiled."Okay Billy, later then","Later ma'am. Have a good rest", he said. "Alright, thank you", I said, cutting the call. I dropped my phone down on the passenger seat, smiling as I drove off..... Billy came around to pick me up at the hotel in a truck. As we drove, I can't help but laugh at all the funny stories and jokes he told. He told me about his rough life before he inherited his father's business and decided to focus on that. It's hard for me to open up about my personal life to him, we just met. But, he didn't think in such a manner. He told me a lot about himself which I acknowledged him for that."So...

Billy refers to his car as he leads Ashton and me to the back of the cabin after we have bid our goodbyes to his parents. With a few steps, a small car comes into view. It looks like it has seen a lot of years but still looks decent regardless. “This is my baby,” Billy boasts as he opens the door and gets behind the wheel of the car. Before he starts the engine, I hear a faint yell for help. Ashton looks at me, proving that what I heard just now was not in my mind; it’s real. “Did you hear that?” He asks me at the same time that Billy turns the car on. The noise of the car drowns out the cry Ashton and I was hearing.

“Sit.” She sat. For a moment, there was only silence. The kind that suffocates. Then he reached for a folder and slid it across the table toward her. She hesitated. “What is this?” “The deal.” Her pulse skipped. “I thought this was an interview.” He leaned forward, his stare cutting straight through her. “No, Miss Carter. This is a transaction. You want something from me. And I always get something in return.” Her throat tightened. “I need the loan. Just until my mother’s surgery is over. I swear I’ll pay you back—”