Carter On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I found another woman’s lace thong in my bedroom. My husband, Mark Donovan, stood in front of the closet and said coldly, “She’s just a kid, Leslie. Don’t make this ugly.” That “kid” was pregnant with his child. That “kid” had already moved into my home, worn his shirts, slept in my bed, and made him cut down the magnolia tree my dead parents planted for me. Everyone in the Donovan family thought I would scream, cry, and beg. After all, I had loved Mark for nine years. But this time, I only picked up my suitcase. Because they didn’t know one thing. The divorce had already been filed. The Donovan wife’s emerald brooch had already been returned. And the evidence against his precious little mistress had already been delivered to the old Don. Mark thought I was walking out of his mansion. He didn’t know I was walking out of his life. Forever.

Humanity has finally done it and destroyed the world. After the spread of the killer virus that no one had a cure for, countries started to fight as greed has pushed them to expand their territories. And in the process, they provoked mother nature to take a stand. The plague evolved into something that twisted and deformed humans; they were neither dead nor alive. Just walking empty husks that fed on flesh and had one purpose, killing. The supernatural were exposed to the rest of the world; as they weren't spared and got affected, too. The result of this knowledge was chaos. Instead of creating one unity, the rest of the living were fighting among themselves and the undead. The entire world turned into a big arena and it was (survival of the fittest).

Carter A highly respected young businessman and owner of a large fortune, but who hides a dark past. He grew up on the streets and, to escape poverty, he entered the drug trade. Owner of an incomparable reputation, but what no one imagines is that he has a cold heart and embittered by abandonment. Hate consumes his life and the search for revenge motivates him to move forward, because he is not able to forgive those who hurt him in the past. His goal is to become richer and richer and he doesn't mind using anyone to achieve his goals. For him, people are to be used at will or to humiliate. "I'm still going to find her and if she's not dead, I'll kill her myself."

Struggling college student Lena Carter works late-night deliveries to keep herself afloat, surviving on tips, exhaustion, and determination. Every night she delivered to his door. Every night he gave her another reason to stay. Lena thought Adrian Cole was just a customer. She was wrong. He was temptation in a tailored suit. And once he decided he wanted her— walking away was never part of the story. What begins with after-hours orders and dangerous flirtation soon spirals into a passionate connection neither of them can control. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to tell where attraction ends… and obsession begins. Because Adrian doesn’t pursue halfway. And Lena may be the one thing he refuses to let go. Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours is a seductive romance filled with longing, tension, possessive love, and the kind of chemistry that burns hottest after dark. Some deliveries arrive late. Some change everything.

Ridge Sterling doesn’t do messy. He’s the Alpha of the Grey Moon Pack; commanding, controlled, and carved out of stone. Until her, until he walk into that diner and found out she is his mate. Blake Carter is a walking complication. She’s got secrets thicker than her walls, a past she doesn’t talk about, and a glare sharp enough to make grown men flinch. She’s spent her life staying invisible, surviving. And she knows exactly what guys like Ridge Sterling are made of—trouble wrapped in temptation. She was never supposed to catch his eye. He was never supposed to care. But the moment fate ties them together, the rules go up in flames. And when Blake’s past comes back swinging, Ridge will have to choose; keep playing the cold, untouchable Alpha… Or fight like hell for the one woman who was never supposed to be his.

Sophie thought her freedom began with her divorce. Instead, it spiraled into a nightmare when her ex-husband was found dead a week later, and all fingers pointed to her. With no one willing to defend her, she turns to her friend, Lucas Carter who gets Drake to fight her case.Drake Hazelwood. Known for taking only one case a year, Drake has his own reasons for stepping into the courtroom, reasons tied to a hidden illness and a mysterious promise to his best friend As Sophie fights to prove her innocence, an unexpected twist binds her to Drake in a way neither of them anticipated. When the lines between professional duty and personal feelings blur, will Sophie and Drake uncover the truth behind the murder and the secrets in their hearts?

He wished to burn in front of her throne, His heart craved only her poison. *** Ryan Bane was the Alpha who was left with only two surviving members from his ancient pack . He consented to be the adopted son of the Mafia king as he resembled his dead father and also because he needed to blend into the twenty first century. He was ruthless, he was fierce, a rogue womanizing machine. *** Sherry was a child with a very disturbing past. She lived beside the dump yard with her dying father. *** One fated night the two meet again after what would be centuries. Ryan starts walking down the same path that he had sworn never to tread again. Towards that poison ivy which had caused the downfall of his entire empire.

‎Amari Dawson has spent her whole life figuring out how to disappear. Locked in her room by a stepfather who sees her as less than nothing, she's survived by staying small, quiet, and out of the way. ‎Then the dead start walking, and disappearing is no longer a choice. ‎Thrown into the chaos of a city overrun by the rising, Amari finds herself navigating broken friendships, buried secrets, and a world that keeps demanding more from her than she thinks she has to give. But something is changing. In the world, and in her. The scratch on her arm that should have killed her didn't. The wounds that should hurt don't. And the veins creeping beneath her skin aren't going away. ‎Amari has always been told she's nothing. But she's starting to think they were wrong about her all along.

Riley is a well trained she wolf from the crescent moon pack. When her pack is invaded by the blue moon pack, she loses her parents and is kidnapped by the Alpha of the rival pack. When she wakes up in the Blue moon pack territory, she doesn't sit and cry like they thought she would. Instead, she decides to kill the Alpha of the Blue moon pack, who is older than her father. Things change when she stumbles upon her mate in the Blue Moon pack. He is none other than the son of the man beside whom she is sitting during her mating ceremony. Carter is David's son, the man who kidnaps young girls for his sexual pleasures after the death of his wife. Carter hates his father for killing his mother and sleeping with different women every night. So he trains under the guidance of his uncle and creates an army of his own. When he hears that his father is going to marry yet again, he challenges David for the pack and the girl. He doesn't want a mate and gets addicted to s*x like his father. He doesn't want anything to do with Riley, but he is forced to mate with her when she gets into Heat. Riley hates Carter and his pack which almost destroyed her pack and killed her parents. She tries to ignore the mating bond, but the moon goddess has different plans for them. When their chemistry begins to burn the sheets and their bond pulls them closer, how long would it take the two polar opposites to give in to the feeling of love? What happens when David comes back from the dead to claim Riley? What tricks does he have under his sleeve this time?

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.