Carter Horton Final Destination Novels & Stories

In that luminous hall, kin forged through trials, the Carters embraced their finale—not in shadows, but in an unbreakable, radiant ever after. The End

Out of curiosity he opened his laptop and looked up his mates again before running several searches on what was publicly available about their families, acquainting himself with a many details of their lives as he could. He found photos of teenaged Cameron and Heath in football uniforms, sweaty and grass stained, their arms around each other’s shoulders and that of another werewolf who looked vaguely familiar. The caption on the photo was “Heath Gale, Cameron Edison, and Rohan Thurman celebrate the Havermouth Hounds’avermo HaHh finals win.” “Hmm,” he was not surprised that his mates knew Rohan Thurman, they belonged to the same pack, after all, but it did add a new element of complication to

She’d hate him if she ever found out he’d made this bargain with her only to fuck with Hayden. “Us? There is no us,” said Carter finally. “We weren’t doing anything but having a good time, if that’s what you want to know.” Hayden grinned. “Excellent.” He slapped Carter on the back like they were old pals. “Thanks, man.” Carter didn’t stay to watch the rest of the filming. He drove straight to Murphy’s, the one dive bar on the entire island, and started working on getting totally hammered.

“By 'mini' I mean just the rest of the day, but still, it's going to be just what we need to get away from it all. For a little while we'll get to pretend that the rest of the world doesn't exist. It's going to be amazing.” When we got to the end of the hall, Carter pushed open the emergency exit door. The sun was bright and I squinted hard as we walked outside into the heat. His black SUV was already parked in the alley. His driver was waiting for us with his window down. “Good afternoon, sir,” the driver said, nodding toward Carter. “Where are we off to today?” “To the docks,” Carter said, then paused. “Wait, actually, no. Not yet. Take us over to that new mall in Uptown. This young lady n

As he said this, Carter’s eyes seemed to light up, but soon after, the light vanished, and in its place was a look of hatred. “Jeremy killed our child. Eveline too. They both destroyed our future.” “You’re still so stubborn.” Shirley smiled bitterly, then quietly lifted her head to look at Carter. “I’m asking you one last time. Are you willing to give yourself up?” “Do you know what will happen if I do that?” Carter asked. He then answered, “It’ll only be the death of me.” Shirley frowned. “What do you mean when you say you’re tired?” Carter smiled seemingly.

I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I say, sitting up in bed and blowing a kiss at Carter. I feel for him since Storm won’t let him out of the apartment unless one of us can be with him. I get it. Carter screwed us and C.H.A.O.S. over royally five years ago. He betrayed us to Razor Grothman, the leader of the Damned Forsaken.

He asked. "Well, it looks like our Mr. Doe here," he flicked his thumb to the body, "used to be: One, Franklin Carter, of 101 South Highland Way, and it appears Mister Cater was attacked by an unknown animal and one large person." Curtis knelt and using the edge of his pen pulled back the collar and exposed what could only be called teeth prints. “And the head wound might mean Mr. Carter here had another visitor. It almost looks like he has been curbed stomped, but I won’t know until I get him on the table.

After a bit of scrolling, I finally find what I am looking for. Diane Coleman, the beloved girlfriend of CEO Calvin Gyamfi, dies at the hand of a burglar I gasp as I reread the title of the article. I read that the date for the article's publication is October 28th, 2028. That was about five years ago. And it lines up with Christine's lack of reaching Calvin.

A laugh, hers, low and echoing through the pitch-black. And from the silence, her whisper slithered up the staircase, cold enough to freeze my blood: “Tonight, Lena… the Carter house takes its final offering.” The lights are gone, the house is plunged into blackness, and Mrs. Hills declares Lena as the Carter house’s “final offering.”

cursed? The pretty barmaid set another drink in front of me. "Rough night?" I gave a hollow laugh. "Rough life." I replied taking a sip of the whiskey. As I was about to open the seventh bottle, a warm presence settled on the stool beside me. The newcomer's cologne had an intriguing cedar and smoke scent wafting my way. I risked a glance over. A strikingly handsome man caught my eye, all thoughts of him forgotten when I met his piercing hazel eyes. There was something...different about him. Exotic and powerful. Like an immortal watching over normal people.