Carter Kane Fanart Novels & Stories

"How about we get out of here? Let me take you to get some coffee. You look like you need a break from this place." I looked back at the busy room, then up at his kind eyes. I didn't really feel like talking, but I was so incredibly grateful for the distraction. "Yeah," I breathed, letting out a small sigh. "Coffee sounds really good right now. Thank you." Carter laughed softly and helped me gather my heavy sketchbook from the table. For the first time all day, a real, genuine smile broke across my face. But across the arena, someone else was watching us. Killian stood by the team bench, a plastic water bottle gripped tightly in his giant hand. His jaw was clenched so hard that the muscles j

Some of the OG fans said that it would increase Kane's popularity among brands. I bought five packets of the cream, and I ended up sharing three packs with fans who couldn't afford it. My phone and his handkerchief were the only things I brought to the event, and when Kane came out, basking in handsomeness, my eyes dropped, and while fans were screaming his name, begging him to acknowledge them. I stood still, my eyes fixed on him. Kane was everything I might never be. He was just too…perfect… I wanted that moment to stay forever. I wanted it engraved in my mind, so that I would never forget my first celebrity crush. So, I brought out my phone, looking at him through the lens.

This man had me so far gone, I wanted to shrink just so he could carry me around with him. Feeling like a pervert, my fingers danced through the air as I inched closer and closer until they hovered just above the sheet. Grazing his flesh, he sucked in a sharp breath, and I dared a glance at him. Sighing with relief when he stayed asleep, my shoulders slumped, and I grabbed the material and lifted it—revealing him. His tip winked at me and my mouth fell open as pre-cum dripped down his head like a work of art. Who am I kidding? Shane is art.

“Jordan Carter.” A pause. Then Kane Vale’s voice—calm, steady, the reasonable one. “Jordan,” he said. “It’s Kane. Do you have a moment?” I glanced at the door, then at my laptop, then at the map with its too-clean omissions. “I do,” I said. “There’s something I’d like to discuss,” Kane replied. “Privately.” My pulse ticked up—not fear, exactly. Interest. A sense that the pack had just decided I was enough of a problem to start managing directly.

"So, your idea is to promote these individuals and make money from them?" I nodded firmly. "This person is actually an artist? I thought he looked like a mysterious and strange young man. Can you really make money from this?" Kelly was pointing at Shawn's photo, which I had prominently displayed. "Miss Carter, you might not know, but it's this mysterious feeling that captures the hearts of female viewers." "Is that so?" Kelly looked at me with a mixture of belief and doubt. Seizing the opportunity, I said, "Of course, it's absolutely true, Miss Carter. You can trust me. You just need to provide me with funds and I'll handle all the specifics. You won't have to worry about a thing.

, he boasted with a smirk and Paisley scoffed. " He looks just like me. Emphasis on the good looks. My name starts with a 'C' and his, a 'K'", Carter explained. " I prefer the Karter with a 'K'", Paisley said. " Of course you do" She turned to Karter who was now fast asleep in her arms, snoring softly. "He's so cute", she cooed. Carter glanced at her through the rearview mirror and he smiled. "You love children, huh?"

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

She heard rumors of his powers, but seeing it first hand made tingles shot down her spine and fear settled in her stomach. She watched as he stood in front of his brother, arms outstretched with a look of concentration on his face. He held Kai mid air. It was hard not to compare the two. Kai has hard muscles, warrior tattoos, with weapons strapped to his back. Kane was lean; he didn’t have the body of a warrior, but that of a dancer. Gold tattoos traced across his lean form. He looked like a god. Kane slowly lowered him to the ground. As soon as Kai's foot hit the ground, he bared his fangs and growled.

God, I’m an idiot. -------- As I enter the band room, I walk past Carter and a group of his friends. He is so freaking hot. The height of 90s fashion with his short, dark russet hair gelled to the side, a white “A”-shirt under an unbuttoned blue and white checked shirt and JNCO jeans. He’s tall, 6 feet. Making him 6 inches taller than me. Carter is lean, with a muscular build from track and tennis. His slate gray eyes shine as he laughs at a joke that Patrick (dickhead) made. I can smell his cologne as I start to pass the group to get to the instrument room. *Fuuu-uuuck* this guy just did it for me.

Diane had expected me to distance myself from Caroline, to protect my reputation. Well, she was going to see how wrong she was. The media would eat it up—why was Kane Brown defending this unknown artist so fiercely? And Diane? She’d think I was being reckless. That she still had control. That would be her first mistake. Caroline’s POV I stared at my phone like it was a bomb. Because trending all over social media was Kane Brown’s official statement: > “Caroline Parker is a talented artist. I have personally supported her work because she deserves that recognition. Any claims suggesting otherwise are false.”<