Carrie Novel Novels & Stories

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

I nearly vоmіt when I rеаlіzе thеу’rе ѕоmе оf thе mеn whо аttасkеd Aрrіl and mе. “Boy’s, mееt lіttlе Carrie,” she tells thеm. “She’s bееn mаkіng a nuisance of herself lately, but it’s оkау now. We’re gоіng tо turn this lіttlе threat іntо аn asset. Whо wаntѕ tо go first?”

Dax POV I was tossing and turning while trying to get back to sleep until I heard a distressed sound. It was Danica. She was screaming from her room. Something was very wrong. She sounded as if she was being attacked. I immediately sprang from my bed and ran down the hallway. Never had I imagined that someone would break into the mansion. It was one of my worst fears that Danica would be attacked. My heart sunk at the thought of someone hurting her. I wouldn't let anyone hurt the woman that I still cared for.

This had to remain hers, quiet, careful, and hidden. Caroline grabbed her bag, took one last look at the mirror, and walked out of the room. Caroline did not use her car, she ordered her ride, and it came quickly. She got in and went to Williams house. She didn't inform him that she was coming; she wanted to surprise him. After 30 minutes Caroline stood in front of Williams apartment ringing the doorbell. Williams opened the door and was happy and shocked to see her. “Carol, what are you doing here?” He asked surprised as he pulled her into a tight hug.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart. ...Oh. Oh, no. I died, didn’t I? No white light. No tunnel. No dramatic fade to black. Just one second I was stress-cramming for a sociology final, and the next, I was Lyra Carrington—the adopted daughter in a novel who gets politely kicked out the moment the Real Daughter returns from Switzerland or Paris or wherever rich people go to get cultured.

None of them understand what’s happening, but it’s as if the forest itself is preventing them from escaping more than a few meters, despite their frantic efforts to get away and stay alive. Carrie is pleased that her plan is working; she knows that Saya will be able to finish them all off. She takes advantage of the moment to slip away. She can't be seen by any of them, as Carla might find out, and that could spell disaster for both her niece and herself. With her incredible speed, Saya hunts down each of the rogues. Carrie’s enchantment doesn’t affect her, so it’s easy for her to move through the towering redwoods, finding them one by one. It doesn’t take her more than ten minutes.

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 shouted before even reaching the bookstore, yelling for Camryn to come out. The bodyguards from the York family immediately blocked her path, preventing her from entering the bookstore. Serenity heard her voice and came out of the store. Seeing that it was Carrie, she stared at her for a while to confirm it was not the young woman who had a similar figure. Their faces were indeed different. Perhaps it was a coincidence. Carrie and the young woman who just left were not the same person. They merely had similar figures and voices, just like the man Jenna Daniels found before.

Carrie just nodded in my direction when she steered the steering wheel, put the car on drive again. *** “Cassiel, what a lovely name he has,” Carrie said dryly as she helped herself to a huge piece of beef capriccio and pushed it into her mouth like she was famished and it was the end of the world. “What kind of a name is that?” Carrie and I drove around to the Rockefeller Centre and watched one of those old, conspiracy theory movies about a flawed submarine which was left in the Atlantic to defect and the Americans tried to grab it. The movie was so uninteresting that we fell asleep somewhere in the middle. We both liked watching movies from the '80s because we were weird like that.