Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

She doesn't get in his car and goes on. She was afraid to get in his car. Aaron opened the door, and the magnetic voice was mellow and deep, "this is the last time I can help you. I will send you to Carter’s family." He stretched out his hand, pulled her over, pushed her into the car, then slammed the door of the car, and started the car to drive to Carter’s mansion. Twenty minutes later, the blue Aventador stopped at t the Richards building. Aaron glanced at her with the rest of the corner of his eye, then got out of the car and went straight to Carter’s building.

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.

Near the base are the unmistakable signs that someone has taken an ax to it. Having spent most of my life hiding in forests, I’ve stumbled over more than a few trees that my packmates have had to cut down when they became dangerous. This person, though—Faith—had cut almost all the way through, so all she’d need to do is give it one hard push and it would fall. Before landing right on top of my head. A sudden burst of movement out of the corner of my eye has me spinning around, heart in my throat. My eyes lock on a figure in a dark hooded top disappearing behind a tree.

Carter on his tenth birthday while he waited for his dad to come back home, so they could celebrate his birthday, his sister Trisha fell asleep, and he and his mom waited for his father to come back in time to celebrate his birthday. His father's rivals at work attacked his home, and his mother was able to hide him and his sister in a closet while Carter hid in there, he watched his mother cut down to death. He was just ten years old, but watch a group of men cut down his mother into pieces. Blood splutter everywhere, her eyes piercing him. But even now, as a grown-up in his thirties, each time Carter Colton closes his eyes to sleep, the nasty picture of his mother being cut down into pieces

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Sam was usually meticulous about his clothes and any place he stayed was always spotless. Jimmy approached the sofa, his heart beat faster when he saw the laptop sitting on an old wooden stool. He walked round the sofa and tapped the keyboard. It was almost out of charge but the screen came up and showed him what might be the last remaining copy of the footage. It was only after he’d silently punched the air that Jimmy noticed the huge puddle of blood and shredded body tissue seeping into the rug under the stool. Jimmy knew instantly who the puddle had once been. That horrific realisation drained all the life and energy out of him. His limbs lost all their strength and he crashed to the sofa

“It was Patrick Carter.” “Oh shit,” Cameron’s silverware clattered against his plate. “That’s…” Rhett’s hand shook as he reached for his wine. He took a mouthful. “What does that mean, Heath?” He asked very quietly. “Patrick Carter’s next of kin will need to come to Havermouth, to sign the papers and to attend the funeral,” Heath said with careful, calm control. “Aislen’s coming back?” Cameron’s voice was hoarse. He looked away, and his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed heavily. “She’s coming home?”

On the flight home, the plane starts shaking violently. Certain I'm about to die, I call my husband, Rhys Callahan, to say my last words. He hangs up on me, and his auto-reply flashes on the screen. "Driving. On my way to pick up Daphne." I've taken 86 flights in our five years of marriage. Every time I'm about to land, I ask him to come get me, and every time, the answer is the same. "Daphne's getting in too. I have to pick her up." He picks up Daphne Langston all 86 times. The lowest point comes during a rainstorm. I drag my suitcase through the downpour outside the terminal for two hours, unable to get a ride. When I call him, Daphne's voice comes through, laughing. "Oh, Rhys is h

“…Then we arrive prepared.” Carter Moves Elsewhere Leonard Carter stood in front of a secondary interface. No urgency in his movements. Only confirmation. “They’ve stopped attempting system recovery.” An assistant nodded. “…So they’ve switched strategy.” Carter’s gaze didn’t shift. “…Yes.” A pause. “And they will come here.” The assistant stiffened slightly. “…To the hub?” Carter finally turned. Calm. Absolute. “…To the origin.” The Infiltration Begins We didn’t take long to prepare.