Carrie Novels & Stories

We need to seize full control of his mind as soon as possible. “Okay. We can talk about it more later.” Carrie takes a right. “You want some pizza? You can take a slice from that top box.” We examine Carrie’s real estate. She appears quite fit, her muscles nicely defined as she works the wheel. The front of her shirt reads, Attention K-Mart Shoppers, which is a joke that eludes us, but she seems mentally together. Perhaps she would make a good home, if things don’t work out with Trent.

“Carrie” snapped back to reality and, fearing something might betray her deception, she quickly said, “I just hate Camryn. What’s wrong with cursing her out?” Then, she hurried toward her car, trying to get in quickly and drive away. However, before she could close the door, a figure moved with great speed, reaching the side of her car in a few strides. A strong hand reached into the car and grabbed one of her wrists, roughly pulling her out of the vehicle. When “Carrie” centered herself, she realized it was one of York’s bodyguards, who were indeed agile. The bodyguard dragged her over to Callum.

V. I heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up from the file folder in my hands to see a girl walk up the stairs into Cain's office. She was of Indian descent with almond-colored skin and long, raven hair that was French-braided down her back. Her full figure was complemented by knee-length, beige-colored kurti and black leggings. I noticed the laptop she held in her left arm and I knew exactly why she was there. "I'm Priya Singh," she said, smiling brightly. "Jai said you needed some help doing something with a computer?"

She said smiling. "I don't know what to say." "Why did you take a knife with you." Am not going to act foolishly and start trusting anyone again. "In case any drunk perverted man tries anything funny with me."I said laughing. "Isn't it inconvenient."she asked. "Sometimes." "I just use a pepper spray ."She said showing me The can. "I might forget how to spray but with the knife its easier." "That's true." "By the way what's your name,Am Christian."She said.

Chantelle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. It was them, her relatives, back from their outing. She quickly wiped the last few tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. She had to act normal, had to pretend that everything was fine. But as she heard the front door open, she felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“What if something happens to her? What if she runs into our family’s enemies, and they find out she’s Mama Scarlett’s daughter? What if she gets kidnapped? What if…!” Adrian put his hand on Tara’s shoulder to stop her from panicking. “Whoa! Slow down,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Don’t think negative, cous. Carrie is a Knight, she’s been training with us for 9 years, she knows what she’s doing.” Adrian smiled. “Just breathe. She will call you.” Tara took a deep breath to calm herself, but she couldn’t help but worry about Carrie, as if she was being chased by something earlier.

Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs. Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him? I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in between my legs. I grab the phone and see an unknown number calling, but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in a suit too. That's him. That's him. Ryan sexy Damison calling me!!!! I pick up the call and desperately ask, "Sir? Is that you?" Wow, I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself.

I said, pulling her close. "Yeah, yeah, we've been over it. Let's go shower. You leave for the airport soon." While I laid my clothing out, Carrie prepared the shower. My cock had rested, but the sight of her luscious body through the steamy shower glass aroused me again. Carrie was petite with medium-sized breasts but proportioned perfectly. Overseeing a chain of local yoga studios and RE kept her in shape and flexible. And she was limber—amazingly flexible—knock my socks off flexible.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Let him seethe. “Well, well,” I called up, grinning wide enough to show teeth. “Maddox. Long time no see, you psychotic fuck.” Caroline waved beside me, all bubbly and shit. “Hi, everyone! So excited to finally be here officially.” Her voice was honey. Her eyes, when they flicked toward Kyrian, were pure venom. She hid it well. Connie Reid came down the stairs slower than the rest, that plastic smile plastered on her face.