Carrie White Prom Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to be associated with someone who would do that. I’m also explaining to the other guys why.” “I am sending ‘Consider this a big fat hell no to the prom invite. No one deserves to put up with your ass.’” Carrie hits send and I stare at her. “He asked you to prom?” I ask and everyone looks at us. “I mean I never said yes,” Carrie swallows hard. “You know until like 30 minutes ago, our relationship was temporary.” “But we have relationship,” I remind her. “Why would even entertain another guys prom invite?” “Dude,” Leo calls me and I look at him. “Calm down, she is turning him down. Private verses public.”

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.

As I suppose you have no shame too? Carrie blushed fiercely, marching off after grating out her departing words, ‘Petros, I am a woman of the nineties. I have no shame over my actions!’ Petros closed his eyes. He hoped this charade was worth it, for if the truth ever came out, he knew Carrie and Alexis Would be livid! ‘A dance, Carrie?’ Carrie squirmed when she heard the voice behind her. Theo was hovering dangerously close by. ‘Sorry, Theo, I did promise Jonathan one. Oh look, he’s over there. Ouch,’ cried Carrie as the huge man pulled her into his arms with little effort, even though she’d pulled back.

I feel all drained and the sooner the stupid crown is given to whomever fit their idea of a prom king and Queen, the soonest I can get Kara to make Cooper take us home. I need to get out of this stupid dress and shoes. My feet was starting to hurt pretty bad and I can't stand any more sight for sore eyes tonight. I was totally done. ** Some guy named Ryder and his girlfriend Jasmine had emerged as prom king and Queen and I couldn't help but stare at them. They look so good together. Freaking tattoos and golden locks and stuffs. Both of them were making their way up to the stage, hand in hand and smiling from ear to ear.

"Everyone wants to be a Wright." *** Time passed again. Charlotte and Liam celebrated Scarlett Cecilia's birthday together with Carly Nadine. Charlotte and Carla did not know when they could keep up with it, but they intended to celebrate the girls' birthdays together for as long as possible. The two girls had a princess-themed party at the Diamond Hotel Plus Swaxon. Carly was clothed in a pink ballroom dress, while little Scarlett wore a purple dress. Charlotte walked down the aisle with her daughter. Liam followed, holding Paul Luces and Peter.

“Did you know Adrian is one badass of a dancer? I mean, Michael Jackson the second.” Adrian groaned, throwing his head back against the seat. “Bro, really? Don’t fucking mention prom.” “Oh, I am absolutely mentioning prom!” Carl laughed, turning to me with eyes full of excitement. “Emma, you should have seen this guy. He wore a white suit, did the moonwalk across the gym floor, and literally slipped into the punch bowl. We had to carry him out.” I burst out laughing, clutching my glass so I wouldn't spill it. I looked over at Adrian, who was rubbing his temples, his face slightly red.

"Valiant Champion Pearce is a cherished figure in the Corynthean martial arts community. How dare you mock him? Apologize!" At that moment, a sleek white Cadillac CT6 pulled up and parked beside Logan and the others. A woman exuding grace and elegance stepped out of the car. She was dressed in a gorgeous purple-red strapless gown, complemented by a chic black winter coat draping over her shoulders. Completing her ensemble was a pair of sleek black high heels. It was none other than the stunning policewoman, Caroline Weiss. Caroline had departed from her usual ponytail hairstyle. Tonight, she had chosen an elegant bun, accentuating her features. With a touch of subtle makeup, she emanated an

Her brown hair had two deep golden highlights running through her hair which was now tied at the top of her head in a white band and pleated; white crystals embedded between different strands. Her white top looked like a longer version of a peplum top as the frill at the front sat just past her thigh yet the back hung a little longer, mimicking the gown that Gemma had on, except not as long. Her white boots sparkled as the gold zipper glittered. Max looked at Cindy and whistled, impressed at her new attire. “Oh….Oh Cin!” Carrie cried out, rushing to her daughter “i...I” “It’s ok mum. As a Vo-Suie, I know what you were going through. You weren’t just being a mother”

Zeda commented as she surveyed Carrie’s outfit. Her best friend was putting on a pair of high-waisted distressed denim shorts that hugged her form, a snug white crop top that made her brown eyes shine, and white hightop sneakers. “Thank you,” Carrie grinned and twirled around in front of the mirror. “That’s the goal, isn’t it?” “It is, of course,” Zeda laughed. When Carrie left, after promising to return with packets of chocolates and a gift for her, Zeda sat back on her bed already feeling lonely.

“Most of those cars are dropped off here while everyone’s on tour.” “Tour?” Carrie asked. “Yeah,” she replied. “We have a local group that organizes a mix of camping trips and fuck fests every quarter.” Her bluntness was completely natural— although her hair color— bright blue streaks in black hair— and her boobs were obviously artificial. “They all load up on a bus with long couches and coolers and invade local parks or out of the way hotels for the weekend.” She looked at Carrie. “You should go sometime; I bet we could have a blast.”