Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

"Alright. Let's go then." He called out to Carter. "Carter, Theo wants to go to the haunted house." Carter glanced at the childish decorations and shook his head. "I'll pass. I don't want to risk Sharon coming back and not being able to find us." Julliard didn't insist. "Fine, I'll take him then." He led Theo toward the haunted house. Carter stayed behind, waiting for Sharon. Then came the sound of gunfire. Carter's face turned pale as he whipped his head toward the haunted house.

“Anyway, I’m hoping Carter Jr. will keep the demon hunters busy long enough that we can get out of here. Ward said he expects it to be tunnel number twenty-seven next time. Do you know where that is?” “Yeah, I can find it,” Aaron replied, still absorbing the comment about Holland’s baby. That must’ve been what he heard coming in that made him think he was safe to get out. “How did Holland’s offspring end up in the portal?” “Cadence tossed the damn thing in,” he replied as they both stopped next to Hines. The smell of piss and smoke filled his lungs as Aaron gazed down at the doctor. His hair was deflated, his glasses broken, and he was wrapped in duct tape from his mouth to his ankles. “I fi

Carter handed the gun to Garry, who took out a handkerchief and started wiping the gun clean. Carter looked at Caity, “Bring Amore and kill the girl” He then looked down to the old lady on the ground, “Leave the old lady.” One of his men walked past Carter towards Caity. The other two blokes still had their hold on Amore. Amore begins to struggle wanting to get out of their hold to get to Caity. Caity started walking backward until her back hit the wall. Her head jerked to Amore, her eyes filled with fear.

Coming to a stop next to her, Carter wiped his hand as he cleared the dirt from his hands, “ Nice to see you father, I am quite surprised to see you moving out of the grave.” “ Carter,” Cruz slowly got to his feet as he rubbed his chin, his eyes flickering slightly as he noticed his wolves being taken down one by one, his gaze stopped momentarily on Caroline who has her claw thrust right in Cynthia’s chest before turning to look at Carter. “ You have gotten smart son, I never thought that you will be able to pull this off.”

“Yep. Rumors are absolutely spreading.” I tore my eyes away from Takoda's gaze. muttering, “Excellent. That’s just wonderful.” “You say that,” she muttered, shifting her weight, “but your face says emotionally compromised.” Before I could threaten her with bodily harm, a dark gray pickup pulled into the booster parking lot near the stadium entrance and Carter climbed out of the driver's side, wearing a black jacket with a gray Black Hollow Wolves logo stitched near the chest. Harmony followed my stare, her brow furrowing. “Okay, why does he always arrive like a rich villain in a CW show?”

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Carter. *************************************************

Without giving him a response, I walked straight ahead. Perhaps being ignored by me in front of Lexie made him feel embarrassed. Caleb took a few strides and caught up with me. He grabbed my arm. "I'm talking to you. Did you not hear me?" I found it troublesome to deal with him and tried to tear myself away from his grip. However, I accidentally dropped the documents I was holding onto the floor. Caleb spotted the words "Death Certificate" and crouched down to pick up the document from the floor. His eyes bulged when he saw the name stated on the death certificate. Like a madman, he shook his head vigorously in vehement denial.

He tossed me into the passenger seat of a massive black vehicle I'd never seen before—a truck. The beast roared to life, headlights cutting through the ancient forest. Destination: unknown. We stopped at a simple yet modern cabin deep in Black Stone Forest. This was his den. The moment the door slammed shut, he pounced. My fur-trimmed traveling cloak was torn away. His hand gripped the nape of my neck firmly, forcing my head up. His lips crushed against mine in a punishing kiss filled with years of anger and hungry longing. Pain shot through my lips. I tried pushing him away, gasping his name, "Lucas..."

Andy's face had grown full of stubble when he received the express delivery. "International express, sir," the courier reported. "From one Ms. Jane Smith." Andy's muddled eyes lit up just from hearing Jane's name. "Jane?" He asked urgently. "How is she? Has she recovered? Is she still upset with me?" The courier shook his head. "She was pronounced dead at a hospital just yesterday morning. You have our condolences." All thoughts left Andy's mind, but the courier's response remained the same even though he kept pressing him in his disbelief.