Cara Anderson Novels & Stories

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

“Cara pretended to date a celebrity that is the son of Jacob Reigns, whom I know is a close friend of Jen. “She palyed him for a while but he soon found out that she did not have feelings for him and he broke up with her. But it was too late by then, Cara had made her connection with Jen and her gang,” I continue to explain. “This is so instense,” The therapist says as she tries to ease the growing tension in the room. “Mmmhm,” I agree. “It took a few months but she gained Jen’s trust. It was easy considering that she is all nice now since she met the playboy, Robert Jones,” I say in disgust.

said her producer, Peter Reed. “No, Peter. Just give me ten minutes. I’ll get this right,” said Cara, walking out of the Isolation booth. She dragged her feet down the corridor and stopped at a room where she usually rested. However as she entered the room, she had a strange feeling of being watched. The hair at the nape of her neck stood up and she panicked. Looking around, strangely she found no one. Closing the door, she leaned against it, releasing the breath she was holding. This wasn’t the life she had envisioned for herself at all! Who could be watching her? As far as she remembered, Frederick had some urgent work at Solitaire, the exclusive celebrity club he owned. Her face creased i

Cara threw on her clothes and shoes as she got ready for work. Her hair dangled in a ponytail behind her while a black skirt wrapped around her curves. A white long sleeved shirt over her shoulders with a black red bottom heel. As she reached for her bag, her phone started to ring and she felt anger dawn upon her as she saw the name Chris on the screen. She didn't know why she hadn't deleted his number after all these months. Taking a breath to calm herself down, she answered the call in a stern voice. “What is it?”

She points at me. "It is me. Cara." I try to explain. She is still in pure shock. She starts to shake like someone who is having convulsions. "Leave." Andre says. I am totally confused. I don't understand what is going on. The last time we talked at the Gala she was happy to see me. What changed? Or maybe she doesn't want me to see her in her current state. She has always experienced mental breakdown that got her hospitalized from time to time but they seem to get worse with time.

Cara had forgotten the effect the thought of seeing Jason had on her body, and her heart thumped so hard in her chest, that for a moment, she thought she was having a heart attack. Cara took her time in freshening up. She had a shower and changed in a casual pair of cotton pants and t-shirt. She slipped on a pair of sandals, brushed her week-long cornrows, then she headed to his office. Cara knocked and waited for Jason to tell her to come in.

"Don't worry, Austin. Our father will start his therapy soon. That's was the only reason why cara worked so hard, to earn money for dad's therapy, but his batchmates from high school helped him." "That's great news. Anyway, that's all I want to say, to watch over cara," I smiled at carlon. "Thank you for looking after my sister. She found great friends with you and Julia," he said. We ate there and planned about basketball. CARA'S POV We were at Julia's house baking brownies and cookies. Austin and I message a couple of influencers to send them free products for an unbiased opinion. We make sure to put it in presentable packaging.

Mom waves with a smile when Andrea joins us, and I chuckle, waving back before I turn away and we all walk out of the room. "Since when have you been going to this thing?" I hear James ask Andrea, and she says, "I go with Cara every year when we come here." "Oh. That sounds good." He replies, and the rest of their conversation drowns out as they walk ahead of us while me and Cara walk behind. I let out a sigh as my eyes move down Andrea’s body, and I can’t help comparing how sexy she looks in ripped bum shorts and the tight crop top that’s practically showing her nipples because she’s braless to the short skirt and thin strap singlet I have on.

Cara apologized in her softest voice, panting, trying to catch a breath, and took out a white shirt and black miniskirt from her bag. “Change quickly. It’s the fucking peak hour, you lazy ass!!” He sneered, and Cara rushed inside the washroom. She changed into a white shirt and a short miniskirt, quickly pulling her long, dark blonde hair into a ponytail, and sighed looking at her pale face in the mirror.