Carson Series Romane & Geschichten

Carson said again , like a broken disk and right then Alex and Mara entered the dining room, because he asked Patrick to let him stay here until the full moon, to clarify his thoughts regarding Elise. If she really is his mate, he can’t find that while he is in Lightcrest Pack. He needs to be here and to do the possible and the impossible to make her accept him as her mate. And right now , thinking better even if she is not his fated mate, he wants her, more than he wanted Sarah. It’s just something that is about her, that makes him lose his focus. “You did it…you did it...”Carson says again and again , while Patrick motions him to shut up, but the brat laughs like a stupid.

“Damn it! Find out who it was. Do whatever it takes to shut this down. That guy knows too much—he can’t fall into their hands.” “Yes, boss!” Darren ended the call, his mood collapsing like a soggy bun in a rainstorm—deflated and fragile. Carson finished fixing his collar and whistled as he strolled out. “Mr. Darren’s still here? Come on, let’s go fishing.” Darren’s fists clenched. His gaze was sharp and heavy with suspicion. Is Carson targeting him deliberately? Is this why he’s been provoking him non-stop all night? Had he planned this in advance—hoping to take him down? If so… then Carson wouldn’t let him get off this ship alive.

Carson whimpered. As if he was approaching the guillotine, he pushed the team aside as he walked over in a crestfallen state. When Sis Thirteen saw Carson approaching her, she was astonished by his height and size. Carson deliberately increased the pitch of his voice and asked impatiently, “You want to use the loo, right? Since we’re all women, you might as well just do it on the spot.” Carson's words left Sis Thirteen astounded.

"What do you mean, no more pack?" "Gabrielle, CJ —" "Don't tell me Lucifer killed my family." "No, of course not. They just grew old and died." "What?" "Carson, you've been asleep for 2000 years." Carson fell on his feet as Dimitri continued. "You missed the war, the mega eclipse, your son's wedding to little Renesme, and the coming of Christ. You missed it all." "No," Carson fell to his feet, crying his heart out. "That's why you look like the crypt keeper for Tales from the Crypt." Carson cried some more. Even Jinx was howling in pain in his head.

The sound of cars driving into the compound made everyone run to their respective posts. Carson stepped out from his car, which was opened by his driver. His black suit shining radiantly under the sun and his expensive shoe screaming wealth, same as his wristwatch. He ran a finger into his silken brown hair before glancing around the place. His secretary stepped out of the building and rushed to him. “Mr Carson,” he called excitedly while walking with a brown file in his hand. “Bernard! It seems you have grown a bit old.” Carson teased while heading towards the building.

“I couldn’t bear to. You were different from the rest.” I pulled up my hair into a high ponytail, squeezing out the remaining water inside it. “What did you do to the others?” I asked in a meek voice. “I fooled them. Pulled them into a trap. But with you, I knew I couldn’t. You were just a weak victim of his.” “Why do you think so, Carson?” “Because I know everything about you.” He pointed towards a soft file wedged between the driver’s car seat and the storage compartment in the middle of the car between us. “I have been investigating you since you were in City X. Perhaps you never noticed me, but we have met once.”

Carson asked, coming up behind me and taking a chocolate chip from the measuring cup. “Hey!” I cried out in indignation, smacking his hand away. “It’s only one,” he said with a sly smirk. I rolled my eyes and went back to the recipe, measuring out the salt. “Step away from the cookies,” Weston ordered from the door, his face dripping with sweat, and I smiled, but my expression quickly turned into a frown. “Oh, so the girl’s fair game? Alrighty. You know, Sophie and I have talked about a threesome,” Carson said with a wag of his eyebrows.

Vince agreed as he followed behind Cole and then touched Cole so they could teleport out of there while Carson followed Vince trail. ************************* Carson looked around him with a smile of appreciation. Who ever said that they needed others in their race to wreak havoc for them? “Third warehouse down and over a hundred traitors dead. I think I even saw one of my ministers there.” Carson laughed as he cleaned the blood from his face while dematerializing the sword he used to fight.