Carrie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The fireworks display is building, building, building until our cells flare white-hot and begin to melt in puddles of pure bliss, our every muscle turning liquid as we merge back into our Mother Earth, back to— And Carrie ruins it. Gripping Trent by the collar, she braces one foot against the dashboard and pulls with all her might. The door behind her slams open, spilling them onto the pavement. Trent, his cortex sparkling, feels no pain, his head rolling loosely on his neck. But Carrie is frantic, looking over her shoulder as she drags her ex-boyfriend across the cracked pavement in front of the hospital.

Or perhaps deep resentment? Carrie's thoughts drifted back to an event eleven years ago when she was a young university student in Australia. A charming man then had captured her heart. They became close, but one night, something happened that she had never wanted. Since that night, Carrie had refused to see or be near him again. Yet here they were, unexpectedly reunited. The sound of a car engine stopping in front of her house snapped Carrie out of her reverie. Dressed in a long black sleeveless dress, she rose from the sofa and stepped outside. After opening the door, she walked towards the sleek black SUV parked in front of her gate.

Carrie huffed weakly, "I'm cheating on my girlfriend with you, Cheryl. Andrea will be so disappointed with me." "So you think ending things with me will make you feel better?" Cheryl inquired and Carrie nodded. "It won't make me feel entirely better, but I'll no longer feel guilty whenever we're having sex." "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy too." Cheryl agreed with a small smile, grabbed one of the pills and walked back into the bedroom. Carrie sighed and finally picked up her phone. She spent the next twenty minutes composing a message for Kirby. However, she deleted it and wrote only five words, "I'm coming to New York."

Carrie was everything they wanted and more. “Are you sure?” she asks me shyly. “I know,” I reply standing and moving her towards the shower. After playing in there once again, I get out of the shower and walk out drying off as Carrie moves to dry her hair with the hairdryer in the bathroom. I see my phone there and decide to check it. I see a text message from Carleton asking me to call him immediately.

She peeled her eyes open and was welcomed with the sight of his fingers dipping into the spaces between hers. Glancing up, she was slightly taken aback to see Dean pouting childishly. “Carrie, I’m so scared. These friend of yours… they’re all so scary.”

Carrie I couldn't hold back the facade of toughness any longer. Every effort to suppress the agony inside me had reached its breaking point. I quickened my pace, practically sprinting away from Kelly. The sight of that woman, the one who had ensnared my beloved, dredged up painful memories. I couldn't help but recall the vivid image of Jesse, my mate, lying naked on our bed, the very bed now tainted by the presence of the woman I despised most. Jesse had been my sanctuary, my warmth, my unwavering ally—the love of my life. But now, that peace was shattered, and comfort had transformed into chaos.

Carlon sat infront of me. "What about cara?" he asked me. "She's been working too much." "She is. That's why I volunteered to deliver the brownies, so she won't have to worry," "Always look out to her. She might overwork herself again. I'm worried," I said. "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."

They all happened to return to the Langford family mansion at the same time. Carrie was chained up in the basement. Due to the system's backlash, her face, which had previously become beautiful by stealing my luck, had become mediocre again. It was even covered with pustules due to the chaotic energy. Seeing the three of them walk in, a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes. "Dad, Mom, Egor... save me..." The response she got was the steel pipe in Dad's hand.

I'm aware that all the guys are listening to this conversation. Kara stopped smiling and looked at Carolina with some hatred, but she hid it and made her fake smile return. "What I mean is that we need two cheerleaders," she explained, "And since you're blonde, you're not so bad and you have the most respected and popular guy in school for a boyfriend," she looked at Kayler with desire. My eyes widened in astonishment. I noticed that Carolina crossed her arms, "I wanted to propose you to be one of them. Right, my right-hand woman because did I mention that I'm the boss?" she questioned fastidiously.