Novel & Cerita Carrie Fanfiction

“But seriously, Teyana, if you think Zayne is a better choice than Sean, you’re out of your mind. Sean is safe. Normal. Good. Work it out with him. Zayne is too chaotic for your virgin ass self, buddy.” I pressed my lips together, my head buzzing with her numerous blurts. I wanted to scream the truth. That I was no longer a virgin. That she was wrong about Zayne, wrong about Jeremy, wrong about everything. But instead, I forced a smile and said, “Okay, Carol. Can we go get my dream car now?” Her eyes widened, then she grinned dramatically. “Okay! Let’s go get it!” We burst into laughter as we hopped out, the tension dissolving into the cool breeze outside.

Though Carrie had risen from the slums and navigated upper society with ease, she lacked the refinement to truly fit in, which made her an easy target for the wealthy heiresses. Even now, with her new status as Shawn's fiancée, they didn't pass up the opportunity to humiliate her. "Hey, what trick did you use to seduce Shawn into marrying you?" "Why don't you show us how alluring you are?" "Exactly! Let's see some of those seductive skills of yours." Carrie shook her head frantically and was too frightened to speak. "Come on, stop acting innocent. If you didn't seduce him, how would he know how seductive you are?"

Carrie’s fingers undid her zipper and pulled her shorts and panties down in one swift movement. She started to return the favor so lovingly given by Tina Woman Of The Houseent’s earlier, but instead of kneeling in front of Tina, she bent at the waist, positioning her beautiful pussy – wet with Tina’s kisses and her own gladly – right in front of me. My cock was all too ready to slip right into her wet pussy. I started to fuck Carrie slowly, rocking her into Tina’s pussy. Tina had leaned back against the art stand where the three-ring binder sat opening up her legs so Carrie could have full access to her shaved pussy.

Carrie moaned louder. Soon, I was pounding her pussy hard but with controlled passion. I told her I would show her a fucking filled with love, not animalistic need. She came twice more before I filled her now unprotected pussy with my seed. I whispered again, like with my mother and sisters, "I'm going to breed you, Carrie, truly take you and make you my own. Would you like that? To be taken, claimed, and impregnated by your own Nephew? Filled with my child for all the world to see."

“Why you little —" Mr Grayson rubbed his temples. "Enough! Both of you." He stood slowly, then pointed a finger at me. "You! I'm going to give one more chance, Carrie. Just one. If you don’t find something tangible soon, you’re off the mission. And Ayo over here takes over." I laughed bitterly. "Oh, really? And what’s he going to do? Grow breasts overnight and pretend he's Camila?" Ayo raised a brow, not amused. "You're not the only one who can wear a wig and become someone else Caroline"

SHANE The next morning, I was sitting on the sofa with the Financial Times magazine open across my lap, halfway through an article on market trends when I heard the faint sound of heels, not the kind she wore to meetings, but the soft clack of something lighter, casual. I glanced up just as Carrie stepped into the living room. She was dressed simply; jeans, a cream sweater, her hair was loose around her shoulders, making her look so radiant. “You going out?” I asked, folding the edge of the newspaper without looking away from her.

"All I want you to do is give Ares a chance. If.. something bad happens to you and Ares, we will stop trying to set you up with people and we will stop forcing you to have someone." "Carrie.." "A chance.. one chance is enough. A real one please." Carrie said and I looked at my cake blankly. I waved my fork and turned to Carrie again. "I know where this will end, Carrie. Do you want to see me breaking down again?" I asked her and she nodded. "You're such a b*tch." I hissed coldly and she smirked. She suddenly got up again from her chair and pulled me into my room. She opened my closet and took out my favorite grey bodycon dress.

Or would you like to be bold and have me take you on this beautiful Italian rug, coloured with the birds of paradise. Carrie glanced the rug. She was throbbing with desire and had been all through limch. She didn’t know what on earth had come over her. She was scared, and yet excited beyond her wildest dreams. But she was hurt too. Hurt that the two men she cared for most were treating her like this. 'It's just... I don’t know how . . .’ She looked up at him, desperate for some help.

And second, just like every other girl at school, she had a crush on my oldest brother, Lance, the future alpha. Carrie was beautiful. Not just regular pretty, but the kind of pretty that made people stare. Her hair was perfect—Cindy Crawford-level perfect. And I knew from the moment she asked that letting her into the packhouse was a terrible idea. She was exactly the type of girl who would go after my brother, and my brother wasn’t exactly known for turning down pretty girls. Neither of them were, really, but thankfully, Gabe was away at college, so at least I didn’t have to worry about him. Still, I gave in. I think she may have bribed me with an invite to a senior party. Not that I’d eve

But I quickly found a way to tear the material apart until I could see all of her bareness which did not hide how greatly aroused it had become. I smiled at that sight as though I was a king about to feats and began to imagine the things I would do to make sure Carrie forgets how to walk for a good number of seconds. I was already inching my lips close to the summoning web of juices when Carrie kneaded my hair. “Hmm…” My thick breath did not spare her clit when I used the contact she initiated to move closer to her pulsing pussy folds. “You love this, don’t you?” “Wh-What?” The words coming out of her mouth were getting unstable. That was a sign that my mission was close to being fulfilled.