Carrie Book Novels & Stories

Then, back braced against the trunk, the big one sat down, legs slightly spread, and she ended up nestled between those rock hard thighs, an arm anchored around her waist, leaning back against a bare chest. She enjoyed it much more than the situation warranted. Enjoyed it ? as in, nipples stood to attention, her body tingled, and her traitorous cleft moistened kind of way. Not a prude by any means, Carlie was nevertheless shocked by her body's reaction. How dare it enjoy the brute's closeness? Good looks, hunky body or not, these men were kidnappers for God's sake, and obviously didn't mean her any good. Then again, they'd also not done her any harm, unless one ignored the kidnapping itself

Jordan Ford lost a bet, and I was forced to remove my makeup in front of everyone. The whole crowd goaded me on while his friends laughed especially loudly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Eira already did it. “Come on, Clara! You’re not chickening out, are you?” Three years prior, I had saved Jordan from a car accident. Glass shards cut my face and left a scar that could barely be concealed with makeup. “Go on, remove it.” Through the smoke, his gaze met mine with nothing but casual indifference. I dragged a makeup-removing wipe across my face, again and again, revealing the ugly scar. “It’s just makeup. Quit being so dramatic. “You killed my mother back then. That scar is just a light price

But she wasn't unattractive. She was different. Lovely in the kind of way that made you do a double take. Carrie wore a baggy gray sweater and beat-up jeans. No heels. No heavy makeup. No plastic smile. She looked around nervously. "Hi. I'm, uh. Carrie. Carrie Wilson." I blinked at her. And blinked again. There was something beautifully. real about her. "You live alone?" I hurled the question out. She gave a startled look. "Um. Yes. Just me and my parrot, Maurice."

“They’re set to be divided into groups and sent to different parts of the country. Some of them will also be sent abroad. I’ll leave you to it now.” Carrie nodded, not sparing him another look. Her eyes were locked on the girls. The looks on their faces were quite familiar. Some looked blank. Some curious. A few already knew exactly what this was. “I’m sure you’ve been informed about my arrival.” She said, only to be met with silence. “You can call me Madame Carrie. I’ve been in this field since I was nine. I’m fifty-five now. So no, there’s nothing you’ll bring to the table I haven’t already tasted.”

“You should go sometime; I bet we could have a blast.” I saw Carrie blush and shift her weight from one foot to another. “Hmmm,” she said noncommittally, but she took the flyer the counter woman thrust into her hands. “We’re from out of town, so we’ll have to pass for now.” “Well, let me know if you change your mind,” she said coyly and went back to her book. Carrie and I moved off among the racks, looking around. There were the usual videos and such. But I noticed something I hadn’t seen before.

Not that I’d ever be allowed to go anyway. And if my brother had been the one to sleep with her, that wouldn’t have been so bad. In fact, it would have been a million times better than what actually happened. Because what happened was this: That day, Carrie showed up in a sweater, but underneath, she had on a crop top and a push-up bra that made her boobs look twice their normal size. The second she stepped into the packhouse, she yanked off her sweater, fanning herself like she was overheating. I didn’t think much of it at the time.

Very Carrie. Carrie tosses her bag onto the armchair. “Okay, tell me everything again.” She doesn't even slow down. I drop onto the couch. “You already know everything.” “I know the outline.” She disappears into the kitchen and returns with two cans of soda. “I need details. I need billionaire lore. I need to know what kind of face a man has to have before women start making life-altering decisions over breakfast.” I snatch the soda from her hand. “You’re insane.”

I took cover behind the car, waiting for the sound of footsteps to advance, he was moving quick. I breathed, counting out the seconds, three... two... one... he passed the car, not glancing in my direction, one step passed me and I stepped out, wrapped an arm around his throat and slid my knife into his neck. I held on for a second before pulling back my knife and letting go of him as he slid to the floor.

Paling and repelling water profusely, instant panic and sweat hitting full force, the guilt is practically dripping off him in neon flashing waves. ‘’Where are the books?’’ Alexi’s tone is harsh, not so much of a snap but not amused as he slams the drawer and pulls the next one out. I am assuming this is him moving into pissed mode, and Luciano knows it. Carrero is on a mission to find them whether Lucie helps or not.

an item. " I can answer that now " Carrie walked closer to me . " Maddie , I'm not sure how to tell you this but I'm a sleeper agent for the Alligence. It's strange even a girl who can read minds can still be caught off guard by certain things that transpire . " What are you talking about ? " I asked. " It's hard to explain " Carrie said as she gripped her head. " But all of a sudden, I remember everything from my time being with the Allegiance. "