Carter Reed Tijan Novels & Stories

That’s why I see them when they come in. Carter stops walking when he sees me in Tiago’s arms. His eyes drop to the spot where Tiago's muscular arms rest on my waist, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. His eyes grow dark and he grinds his teeth so hard, I fear they might shatter. Oh boy.

He sneered. “Fine, then what do you want?” Carter snarled, his canines extended. T.J. hummed as he thought, taking his precious time. “What do I want from a rabid beast? That’s a tough question. Should I just kill you right now? Or should I take Pays right in front of you and make you watch and then kill you?” T.J. laughed at his own sick joke. I finally met Carter’s gaze and his eyes seemed to be checking over my condition. I mouthed for him to go, to which he narrowed his eyes and focused back on T.J.

Honestly, I don’t know why I even bother thinking about her. Carmen dropped me off at the house a while ago, so here I am sitting on my bed reading about the Payne family online. Tay is 26 years old and CEO of Payne Corporation. He has received some awards for the best businessman of the year. He had his fair share of relationships, but he settled down when he dated Ria Johnson—and they have been dating for a while now. Ria is 23 years old, and a model. I look at the picture of her and Tay. They look good together. I spot mine and Tay’s pictures going inside a restaurant. I look like a teenager, but in this picture, I look more like his little sister.

Rick rose and answered, "Jamie Walton, this is my youngest sister, Sharon McKinzie. This is… Theo's father, Carter Biggs." Jamie inclined his head and, surprisingly, offered his hand with polite courtesy. "Carter, a pleasure." Carter accepted the handshake as naturally as breathing. "Jamie, I've heard much of you." Then Jamie's gaze slid to Sharon. He extended his hand again. "Sharon, Victoria has spoken of you often. Seeing you today—indeed, you stand out." Carter's brow tightened; he opened his mouth to interrupt, but Jamie's expression pivoted in an instant—sharp and merciless.

The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms. His dark hair was still a reckless mess, and his green eyes—the color of broken sea glass—locked onto mine with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He pushed off the bleachers and sauntered over, that familiar, infuriatingly confident smirk playing on his lips. “Eden Thompson. Fuck me. You actually showed up.” “It’s Carter now,” I corrected, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. “And I’m just the designated driver for my mom.”

“Then stop wasting my time and say it.” The man let the silence drag, enjoying the tension. “Adrian Carter.” Daniel didn’t react at first. Just let the name settle between them, cold and unwelcome. “Adrian Carter,” he repeated, his voice devoid of emotion. “The exiled Carter?” He made sure he put an emphasis on the word ‘exiled’. The man nodded. “He landed in Chicago a few hours ago. Kept it real low and quiet. There was no media coverage, no grand entrances. We checked everything, he hasn’t been linked to the press leaks.”

Carter went to see off all the classmates. They couldn’t help much anyway. They couldn’t keep people on the island forever. He also gave a warning. When he returned, he saw Tanner drawing blood from the technician. “What are you doing?” Tanner told him what the technician had said. Carter’s eyes instantly turned cold and sharp. The technician shrank his neck. “We can talk, please don’t hurt me.” Carter wasn’t about to use force on someone like him.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

,and yes Mrs carted opened the door " can I help you with anything? " she asked " good afternoon mam...can I get inside so that we can talk?" I asked,she lead us in, and closed the door after, Mr carter was sitting on the couch reading some newspaper " GA sir" I greeted Mr carter, and no responds " mom, dad Junaid only came her to apologise and I suggest yal give him some chance to talk" Rina pleaded