Carter Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

Stop fighting me, you won’t win. Oh, I forgot how beautiful he was. Kane was 6’5” tall and made of lean muscle. His hair is a beautiful blonde color with big flowy curls, and he wears it a little long, but he keeps it kept. His eyes are almond-shaped and a light green color. He has long, thick, black eyelashes. He has a thin beard that he keeps trimmed up tight. His lips are full, and they make the perfect heart shape when he presses them together. His jawline is chiseled to perfection. Under those clothes he is covered in tattoos. I sat in my chair staring at four beautiful men, and they were all mine.

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Standing a few steps away from him, Zeke said smilingly, "I heard it was your parents' death anniversary today. I'm sorry that Misty forgot about it because she was too busy fussing over me. She didn't hold up your visit, did she?" Carter's expression crumpled when Zeke made fun of the important day. Taylor, who served as both Carter's bodyguard and assistant, stepped forward and grabbed Zeke by the shoulder. Still, Carter, ever the gentleman, suppressed his anger. He addressed Zeke coldly, "You should really work on yourself instead of wasting your time on me. Do you have anything to show apart from that face you share with Zach?" Compared to Zach, Zeke was truly a good-for-nothing. His bus

Then I see Kane Parker. His photos are good. Not selfies but actual photography. One of him at what looks like a book signing, wearing glasses and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up. One of him in a coffee shop with a laptop. One candid shot where he's laughing at something off-camera and he looks genuinely happy instead of performing for the camera. His bio says: "Author. 29. Not interested in dating. Very interested in other things. If you're looking for a boyfriend, keep swiping."

The same young wolf whose hands I had broken—the one who had betrayed Natalie to save himself. "Samuel Carter," I said, no question in my voice. Ethan nodded, his expression grim. Getting Natalie to the pack healer had been my priority. Her injuries, while not life-threatening, had serious implications for her future as an artist. Everything else—even justice—had been secondary in that moment. "Tell me about him," I demanded, my voice hardening. "Samuel Carter, student at the New Zealand Academy of Art, majoring in Fine Arts," Ethan reported quickly. "Mediocre talent, connected to Connor Redwood through childhood friendship."

She asks. “Carter is Keegan’s older brother. He graduated last year. He and a couple of friends have spent the last year traveling across Europe before settling down and finding a job. I am unsure if his two friends, Indigo and Tanin, will come. They are cool.” I explain. “Indigo?” She asks. “That is his nickname. His hair is permanently dyed purple, and most of his tattoos are purple. I believe he is going to open his tattoo shop soon. He is a fantastic artist, just like you are my precious jewel.” I state.

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

he asks innocently. “A pup you dumbass,” Carter says with a smirk. I look at Carter and he just chuckles, enjoying torturing Stan instead of him being tortured. “That is amazing news – congratulations!” Stan says as he puts his hand on Carter’s shoulder. Kinsley pulls me in for a hug before Stan reaches over to hug me as well. Carter lets out a low growl, which made us all laugh.

“No, I’m benched. You didn’t hear that part, darlin’? No, I’m working on this movie that’s been filming.” “I got Hayden Masterson’s autograph the other day.” Kelly sighed happily. “That man could seduce a nun if he wanted to.” The reminder of Hayden’s seduction skills soured Carter’s mood further. Normally he’d at least be interested in any woman throwing herself at him, but tonight he felt like he was pulling out his own teeth to give a shit. And that annoyed him further, because he knew the reason why he was so distracted. His little spitfire wasn’t going to ruin his evening more than she already had. Forcing her out of his mind, he gave Kelly his most winning smile.