Carrie Novels & Stories

I made sure we have some extra help from my friends Memphis and Octavia. Memphis is one of the best male underground fighter and Octavia loves to race. I've known them for years and they gladly stepped up when I explained what happened. Octavia also brought her girlfriend and her girlfriends sister. Carrie is a racer as well and her little sister Casey is a psycho but you can't tell by looking at her but yeah this girl has killed a few people.

I dropped Evie off at Carrie’s. Carrie was petite with reddish-blond hair and childlike freckles. She was going to be eternally cute. You know those people who just have that simple look to them and even though they age, they continue to look like a woman or man-child. That was Carrie. Also, she had one green eye and one brown eye, which I’d always thought was the coolest thing. She was only a year younger than me, and she was my oldest and dearest friend. She had been my closest friend since we were teenagers when we met under unusual circumstances. A long story for later.

Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

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."

Her friend gestured at her body outrageously as if she was a prize presented at the back of the game booths. Carrie laughed. She wore a comfortable pair of jeans and a sensible chiffon blouse that covered her body demurely. Nothing warranted Winona’s overreaction. All of a sudden, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Winona stopped her silly gesture the same time gooseflesh appeared on Carrie’s skin. “Greg!” Winona bounced up from her seat. “Glad you can make it.” For some reason, Carrie found herself motionless. She remained seated, her back to the newcomers.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

“Oh, yes. Mr. Monzoon. As soon as I saw the fireworks. I just love a great party, and this one is epic.” “I like her. She is a keeper.” Monzoon chuckled. “Yes, Sir she is.” Geo agreed. There was a knock on the door. A gorgeous raven haired Italian woman entered. “Carmella, this is Carolina. Carolina, Carmella.” They both smiled at each other. “Be a doll face and take Carolina and show her around the party until me and Mr. Montclair are done discussing some business.” “Yes, Mr. Monzoon.” Carmella agreed.