Carrie Novels & Stories

I froze where I was, my heartbeat loud in my ears. ...she. Her. Someone that the whole household was apparently expecting to come back, who everyone already knew about. Someone important enough that her name was too dangerous to say, even in a place where everyone already knew it. Someone whose eventual return would undoubtedly cause me no end of grief, given how inconvenient it would be for the new Mrs. Carusso.

“AIDs isn’t transmittable through air. Why should I be scared?” “Interesting.” The woman put down her makeup box. “I’m Grace. You?” “Carly Remain.” “Spelling?” “C-A-R-L-Y R-E-M-A-I-N.” “Strange, but nice.” Grace smiled again. Once she sat down, she began brushing her hair. “You don’t seem like a woman who has not seen the world. You’re pretty smart too, so how did you end up in the human traffickers’ hands?” “I don’t know either.” Carol gave a self-deprecating smile. “Perhaps a certain person was right. I overestimated my own intelligence. I’m actually pretty stupid during crucial moments.”

The platform shook harder. "Think Carrie!" Yelled Rent. She looked around the circle, fear lighting in her face. "Um, I've been training for a mission since I was fourteen. I was chosen to steal documents from a powerful alpha in the West Country. But Ben took my guardianship away, so that's not true anymore." The platform shook violently. "Carrie!" She shook her head desperately, "I don't know! Those are all my secrets I swear!" The ground beneath us began to vibrate. This was it. There was no more space to fall.

"And who is that girl that Carlos is necking over there?" "Her name is Jessica," Stefano replied. "I don't give a fuck in high hell what her name is. Who is she and why does she look about sixteen?" Leo asked. "Because she is sixteen... and we know her from school," Marco explained. "Carlos hooks up with her all the time-" "Don't need to know about my little brother's sex life thanks, Marco," Leo interjected. "Just get back to the house before midnight for Lenny's first shift. Oh and preferably not completely stoned, understand?"

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

I guess she didn't expect me to say that. "It's okay. Studying is not a race. You can still go back," Julia's mom cheered me. A few customers entered the store, so she said goodbye. "Hi! You're cara, right?" A girl asked me. "Yes. I am." I smiled at her. She looks younger than me. "I'm Sarah," Sounds familiar. I think I heard the name before, and then carlon entered the store. "What are you doing here?" I asked him. "I'm with Sarah," he said and approached Sarah.

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

What’s all this passion for? Carrie hummed a low growl like a dog in heat, getting all pissed. She ran a finger under her chin as she fought for my soda can. "You know that pale skin, dark-haired guy is also going to be there," she said. “Which guy?” I averted my gaze, suspicious that I’d been caught. "Who are you talking about?" ”Kid me not, woman,” she chided, “I know the way you look at him. Something is definitely fishy. Do you know him or something?”

I’ll just slip in and see if I can release him,’ said Carrie quite calmly, although inside she was a bimdle of nerves. Jonathan frowned. ‘Be careful, watch his feet don’t hit you.’ Garry was at the top end of the boat. His eyes widened as she swiftly dived and disappeared under the crystal blue surface of what seemed like a beautiful mill pond. Several seconds slipped by. ‘Damn! Where the hell is she?’ exclaimed Garry, expecting her to come up at the side of Tiny. The little donkey swam on. Andreas laughed, waving Garry down. ‘She does this all the time. It is her joke,’ he said in broken English. ‘Carrie is an excellent swimmer