Novel & Cerita Carrie

EMILY'S POV: I woke up with a pounding headache, feeling nauseous. The room was dark, and I noticed all my brothers were tied up, blood dripping down from their mouths. My mouth was dry, and my body ached from the car accident. As I glanced around, I spotted a body in the corner with hair resembling Kelsey's. Without hesitation, I rushed towards it, falling to my knees. Kelsey looked lifeless, his face bruised, his lips dried up, and his clothes dirty.

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

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

But Heather was either oblivious or just didn't care. Carlie was very different physically. She was short, with curly brown hair. Her glasses gave her a bit of a bookish quality. She was attractive in a sexy librarian sort of way. But the thing you couldn't help but notice about her was the enormous size of her breasts. For a petite girl like that, they were really something else. And she couldn't help but show them off. There was no way to hide them. On that night, she too was wearing a tank top, a ribbed white one, with an unbuttoned blue shortsleeve shirt on over it. She had on short khaki shorts that showed off her skinny legs. Heather joked that she looked like a shorter, slightly more

SHANE The next morning, I was sitting on the sofa with the Financial Times magazine open across my lap, halfway through an article on market trends when I heard the faint sound of heels, not the kind she wore to meetings, but the soft clack of something lighter, casual. I glanced up just as Carrie stepped into the living room. She was dressed simply; jeans, a cream sweater, her hair was loose around her shoulders, making her look so radiant. “You going out?” I asked, folding the edge of the newspaper without looking away from her.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

I quickly opened the cap of my bottle and held it upside down, emptying the rest of the poisonous water. "Ahh..Carrie! why are you being like this? Didn't I say sorry?" he groaned. I grinned at that and continued walking, pretending angry. Poor Ty, he doesn't know how much of an evil thing Caroline really is. But Carrie doesn't cause any harm to the people she loves. She even gives her life for them. But if you get into Caroline's bad book, then Caroline will even risk her life to see your downfall.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.

How pathetic is that? To my consternation, I recognize another face in the crowd. With her ginger hair and freckles, it’s hard to miss one of the girls that were trapped with us in that dirty barn. From the file Micah gave me, I believe her name is Carrie. Staying back, I try not to let her see me as I observe her. Carrie doesn’t look very good. In fact, she looks pretty rough. Her eyes are sunken, and she’s very thin. She looks almost emaciated. Her hair is roughly cut in spikes around her head, and her skin is pale and littered with tattoos.