Carrie Diaries Carrie Novels & Stories

David's snoring in the bed beside me, oblivious to what had happened. His arm slung over the pillow where my head should be. But I'm here, in the dim glow of my phone screen, scribbling this out in my diary, because if I don't, it'll eat me alive. Today wasn't just a slip; it was a dive, headfirst into something I've been circling for months. Or years, if I'm honest. ***** At Zephyra Art Gallery, I didn't just let it happen. I started it. Me. Poppy. The good wife, the one who packs David's lunch with snacks, fruit and love notes. What the hell is wrong with me?

It was her first day at school as Cara, and anxiety clung to her like a second skin. Everything unsettled her especially the folded paper tucked into her pocket, stained with dried blood. Questions swirled endlessly in her mind, but for now, there was only one thing she could focus on: finding her classroom. Cara had already told her the name. Taking a steady breath, she pushed the door open, her hands trembling even as she forced herself to wear a bold expression. The moment she stepped inside, gasps rippled through the room. It was as though a celebrity had walked in.

She smiled trying to look coy but unable to pull it off. “That’s very considerate of you and I will pass your message onto my mother who is in charge of the ball.” Carrie stood up and perched herself on my desk, her dress riding up and leaving very little to the imagination. Before I could open my mouth to tell her to get the fuck off my desk and out my office the door opened and there stood Cali, her hand still on the handle with a paper bag in the other, one eyebrow raised as she looked Carrie up and down before dragging her eyes to me.

“Well, you got my attention. Now show me what you’re hiding underneath those tight clothes.” Carrie spur into action. Positioning her phone against the foot of her dresser, she set the timer before posing with her legs open. She leaned on one arm so that her whole body was in view. The heavy breathing made her breasts look even perkier. The sight of her own sex drove her crazy. Her slit was glistening with slick, her pussy lips were plump and almost swollen, her clit was peeking from in between the lips. She had to pull her fingers out, making her body and her spirit omega protest. But it was all worth it.

What’s all this passion for? Carrie hummed a low growl like a dog in heat, getting all pissed. She ran a finger under her chin as she fought for my soda can. "You know that pale skin, dark-haired guy is also going to be there," she said. “Which guy?” I averted my gaze, suspicious that I’d been caught. "Who are you talking about?" ”Kid me not, woman,” she chided, “I know the way you look at him. Something is definitely fishy. Do you know him or something?”

At the little smiley face he’d drawn at the bottom. “Asshole,” she whispered... this time, with a quiet laugh. ******************* Cade gently opened the door to his home. "Welcome," came the soft voice of a girl—his little sister, followed by a frustrated groan. "Why aren’t you at school?" he snapped. Carrie stepped out, his stubborn little sister, clearly only sixteen. She stared at him with both disbelief and attitude. "I didn’t want to go... The physics teacher would murder me today," she mumbled, flashing a cheeky smile at him, but he didn’t smile back.

The platform shook harder. "Think Carrie!" Yelled Rent. She looked around the circle, fear lighting in her face. "Um, I've been training for a mission since I was fourteen. I was chosen to steal documents from a powerful alpha in the West Country. But Ben took my guardianship away, so that's not true anymore." The platform shook violently. "Carrie!" She shook her head desperately, "I don't know! Those are all my secrets I swear!" The ground beneath us began to vibrate. This was it. There was no more space to fall.

"Don't worry," Carrie said, reaching out to pull me toward her. "I've been on the pill since I turned eighteen. And even after he bro... and even lately, I've been keeping it up." I was going to get laid. Carrie was tall, but not nearly as tall I had grown. Doing a quick survey of the geometry of the two of us and the car, I put my hands on her hips and lifted. I way not be the scrawny reed I was back in high school, and I may have four letters, but I'm still not strong enough to just lift a girl as tall as Carrie like a feather. I got her off the ground, but she slid out of my grip and dropped back to her feet.

Freya finally discovers her mate in alpha jakes son,alpha over wolf city after his father's death. Although Caroline's Kenbridge dream never realized,she studied within the highest institution within the pack while she live happily ever after with Alpha Ron's mother and her daughter. She detailed her adventures and trials in a diary and forever does Alpha Ron's imaginary ghost rule besides her.

>POV: Carrie Rеаdіng Sаrаh’ѕ dіаrу wаѕ heartbreaking. I соuldn’t hоld bасk thе tеаrѕ. She wеnt thrоugh so much. And she wаѕ ѕо brave; аnd ѕо ѕmаrt, thinking to ѕtеаl the notepad to kеер a personal rесоrd of what hарреnеd hеrе.