Carter And Zia Novels & Stories

Carrie would never forgive me for this. A tear slips out from my eye but I don’t wipe it off. I should never have let her leave my arms, come here on her own. Mr. Zaverelli’s phone rings and he picks it with a gruff “What do you want?” I don’t hear the reply but soon he’s smiling. “Do with her whatever you…” I scream. Snatching the phone from his hands as I end the call. He was going to have his men down there with Carrie and they were going to do God knows what.

, Yeah, I definitely know I did. I never knew, I was taking a step ahead towards meeting my long dreamt darkest desire. ***PALACE IN QATAR*** ""Call the chief maid, tell her to gather all the ladies that applied to work in the palace as a royal maid, tell her to be quick about it, as I have somewhere important to go to, hurry up, and remember to take your bath before coming down here, you stink so much", Amancia Zadir the Queen of QATAR, mother of Rashid and Madok Zadir said.

I replied by thanking her and telling her I appreciate the concern. I am disappointed that Cortland didn’t come up with the idea, but the other part is thankful Sally wants to make sure the future Carter baby and I are well cared for. I notice Cortland take the seat directly across from Oakleigh and me. Then it happens. Carrington boards the plane. I hear Oakleigh suck in a sharp breath. And squirm in her seat. Then Carrington notices her and stops right in front of her “What are you doing here?” He asks.

I sit down in front of her "I'm listening" She puts a spoon of food in her mouth "Look Zuri everything was a misunderstanding, it was all part of my plan. Mahdia in the last 5 years was with Jamal getting her back arched. I knew but I had to pretend like I didn't. The M tattoo is for the woman who raised me, her name is Martha she passed away 2 years ago. She was the best mother I could ever ask for. Zuri the world I live in I'm forced to make decisions and I'm sorry that it involved hurting you but I love you not her, princess she's nothing to me. You're my everything" I try to grab her hand but she pulls away. Frowning I look up at her

The door burst open without warning, and two cartel members stormed in, their faces serious as they looked straight at me. “Otto and the Vice Chancellor are dead. You’re needed at the cartel. Now.” A cold shiver rippled through me. My stomach twisted violently. Dead? Both of them? How? A great disbelief took over me. My breath came fast and shallow. Was this a setup? Was I being framed? Who would believe me? But there was no time to think. We had to go. Both cartel members led the way, the air thick with tension as we hurried away from Luca’s apartment. The streets were eerily quiet. Too quiet. Then…

“Jordan, these two delinquents are Carter and Kareem. They’ll be keeping you safe on the line when you’re kicking, so don’t piss them off.” Carter grins, or at least I think he does. It’s hard to see his mouth past the bushy blond beard. His hair hangs to his massive shoulders and a T-shirt clings to every muscled inch of him. Youza. From a distance, I didn’t realize exactly how big he is. “Kick the ball through the posts and you won’t have a problem from me,” Kareem remarks. His braided hair is pulled into a loose ponytail that hangs to the middle of his back. He carries the same muscle as Carter but appears bigger…if possible, meaner.

“You think getting groceries is an enormous task?” Carter laughs and leads the way into the store. Izzy quickly grabs a cart while he helps her navigate through the aisles as they pick out the items on her grocery list. They start off in the produce section, picking out fresh fruits and vegetables and other things for her planned meals—and probably for her mates too. As they shop, Carter strikes up conversation with her about various topics — pack dynamics, her job, his chain of hotels and the chance of her visiting again, and even about books. She finds out that Carter is a closet romance reader.

So Farrah’s name is Anderson. “I accept your rejection,” I say. He grabs his chest and falls to his knees. “I, Carter Conrad, Future Alpha of Conrad, pack reject you, Princess Ariella Zillard, as my Luna and Mate,” So Zach 1 is Carter. “I accept your rejection,” I say. Carter puts his back to the wall and slides down until he is holding his knees. The last one looks puzzled and is studying my face. “You are very pretty,” he says. “I don’t know if I can do this.”