Billy Carson Audiobooks Novels & Stories

Carl stood behind a pillar as he spoke with Don Carlo while watching Desmund booking a ticket at a counter. “Trisha’s mom died not so long ago, and now Trisha is in the OR as she fainted and bled,” Don Carlo sighed. “Tell Denny to call me once he gets in touch with you, clear?” “Yes, sir. But I can be sure he would call Miss Trisha first before he calls me. If you have her phone, I guess you can answer his call and speak to him, right away,” Carl politely replied. He was no longer running, his voice and words were no longer said in a rush.

"Boss, what's the matter? The fried chicken is amazing! Why aren't you eating?" Billy, munching on a chicken drumstick, gazed at Lana in confusion. Luke discreetly gestured for him to refrain from speaking out of turn. Unfortunately, Billy, oblivious to the subtleties, couldn't grasp the hint. Ignoring Luke and Kelvin's warnings, he blurted out, "Aren't you hungry, Boss? What's going on in that head of yours? Is your brain malfunctioning or something?" Luke and Kelvin exchanged glances, swiftly loaded more food into their plates, and quietly moved to the side to eat.

“I swear I’m not usually this dangerous. I just—my mind—sorry.” He chuckled, brushing off his pants. “I believe you. You look… distracted.” Then he squinted a little. “Are you okay? You look paler than last time.” I forced a smile, gripping the trolley so tightly my knuckles went white. “Just… a lot on my mind.” He nodded slowly, like he understood things he shouldn’t. “I’m Billy,” he said, extending a hand. “Since the universe clearly wants us to collide, maybe we should actually introduce ourselves.”

“You make me crazy. Nervous,Safe, I hate it… but I love it.” The noise was so loud that the others couldn't hear. Carlson froze, then pressed a kiss to my temple. “You’re lucky I like you.” I would have made you pay for making my heart race this much. I smiled drowsily and leaned into him. Carlson pulled me onto a lounge chair, draped his jacket over me. and brushed his hair back with a tenderness that made my chest ache. Across the rooftop, another story was beginning. Barry, drink in hand, had his eyes fixed on Brian, the sharp-eyed, not so quiet friend Randy who was laughing at something Dean had said.

“See? I’m driving away. Not thinking about her tilting her head the way she does when she listens to someone. Not picturing her eyes lighting up at his jokes.” I kept driving, breathing a little deeper. “Maybe she actually likes him. I can’t blame her. I’m not easy. I’m the guy who drives expensive cars into lagoons and sits in silence in corridors. She deserves someone who can make her laugh for real.” My phone rang. I answered through the car. “Andres Beaumont speaking.” “Hey, kid, it’s Billy. You missed our check-in yesterday. How are you holding up?” Billy asked warmly. “Hey, Billy. Sorry about that. It’s been crazy. We closed the Creston deal, though. Big win for everyone,” I replied.

The tires screeched as they peeled away from the curb, leaving her world behind. Cara pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the window, her tears coming in silent waves. She hadn’t expected to end up in Billy’s car, of all places. He was the last person she’d ever imagine turning to,but here she was, and he hadn’t even asked questions. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked after a few minutes, his voice surprisingly gentle. The concern in his tone caught her off guard. This wasn’t the Billy everyone feared—the one who slammed lockers shut and laughed at the expense of others. This was someone else entirely.

after eating the food I keep the plates in the food elevator. I again fall into the world of work. I don't know when time started to fly... while working I heard a noise. I saw towards the window. it was open. I didn't become panic. a pair of hands closed my eyes. I heard a voice " baby, say who am I ?" After hearing the voice. I found who was that. I said " oh. I know who is it. Your name is Mr. Dumb Carlos Carson. " After hearing my answer he took his hand and told me with an irritated face " I am not dumb "

"You'll be fine! I'm pretty sure he still feels guilty," "No..." I muttered. "No way... This is Antonio Decarlo," I pointed out. "A rare type of organism that absolutely does not 'feel' anything," "Fair enough," Leah nodded in agreement. As Bethany got back to her seat, we realized that it was Mr. Decarlo's turn to talk. "Seattle! Carter!" He called out. "Yes!?" Leah turned to look at him right away. "Take your books out," he said blankly, as he picked up the book on the teacher's desk.