Novel & Cerita Carter Slade

Carter started to withdraw but then realised that he couldn’t just leave her body yet, so he flipped her flat on her tummy before smoothly plunging back inside Thalia” again “. ——— The incessantly ringing of his cellphone pulled him out of his dreamland, he so wanted to sling the thing on the wall opposite to him but knowing that Caroline was coming back today he forced himself to answer the damn thing. He opened his heavy eyelids and smiled seeing a frowning Thalia next to him, he thought that she would surely leave him alone and he might wake alone in the morning, it was a good thing that he played with her body until she passed out, her face was scrunched up under the annoying ringing of

Carter moves to the third row to sit with Stacy, and Declan and Stacy occupy the middle row seats. “Excuse me, Mr. Carter, this will be a strange question. Since we’ve known each other for a few weeks, what is your first name?” I ask, looking toward the back of the SUV. Everyone in the car joins in Mr. Carter's laughter, including his kids who affectionately call him "Dad" and Stacy who refers to him as "Pop." "I go by my last name, Carter. And no, my parents weren't the most imaginative when it came to naming me," he chuckles.

(KAIRA'S POV) I knew that voice before I even turned around. It was impossible not to. It didn’t matter how many times I tried to deny it, Slade Horton’s voice was imprinted in my head. I turned slowly, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Cameron could hear it. Slade stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He was wearing his usual black leather jacket, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. His green eyes flickered between me and Cameron, and something in them made my stomach tighten.

When Carter learned that Stephen was Wendy's representing attorney, he cursed, "That bastard just won't leave me alone." Crystal had repeatedly warned him not to mess with Stephen. Carter sat in his chair, his face dark and his eyes bloodshot, looking terrifying. "Mr. Kingston..." "Go tell Wendy I'm willing to settle," Carter said reluctantly. Carter was known for his vicious character and ruthless methods. When someone crossed him, he would do everything in his power to make their life miserable.

*** Flashback start… “I… actually came from a poor family with a lot of siblings.” Carter started. The surroundings toned down as if listening to his story, including me, who attentively heard him. But of course, Clairmont wasn’t one of those people. He was quiet, yeah, but I could see him yawning on his seat. Putting that aside, Carter then added. “It was almost winter and we are pretty scarce on food, nor money. But then, a group of slave traders came to our village. For the sake of bringing food to the table, I volunteered myself to be sold away as a slave.”

He needs to go to hell. The phone rings again. I hesitate for a second before picking up. “Caroline, it's Slade. Where are you?” He sounds so much nicer, but I know it's a facade. They're all the same. “Queens, I think. Can you come get me? I'm hungry and tired. Don't come with Sal. I don't want to see his stupid face.” I stifle a yawn. “I'm on my way.” The call ends, and I return her phone with a smile, “Thank you, Sage.”

Slade took them under his wing and he’s been their protector ever since. I pull into one of the parking spots at the far end of the lot, near a stand of trees. We park and I flick our lights a few times before turning the car off. Slade walks out of the trees. He has obviously just shifted, wearing only a pair of low slung shorts. He’s been training hard since we last saw him about a year ago. He’s buffed up a bit. And Chloe has really come along with her tattooing skills, based on the vast number that cover his arms, chest, stomach,and legs. They even crawl up his neck and down his hands and fingers. His dark brown hair is longer on the top and cut short on the sides and his sharp fe

“But we got him.” Carter was tempted to remind Jim that Carter was a huge baseball star and had been famous way before Hayden Masterson, but he refrained. It wasn’t worth antagonizing the man—at least not right now. Maybe tomorrow, when Carter was feeling up to it. Besides, he’d used up most of his Antagonizing Other People Energy on Lucy. He needed to recharge those batteries or he’d end up being a nice guy or something.

Anderson finishing tuning and rock’s out. “Killer,” I throw up my hands in a rock out pose and I headbang to his beat making everyone laugh. Everly joins my headbang and Anderson plays it up. His hair makes so much sense as he bangs with us, playing a metal riff. “Enough rockstar, it’s my damn turn,” Carter balls up some paper and throws it at Anderson’s head. Carter got a new skateboard and air brush paints. He look up at his Dad and I, then nodded his head in appricatation. He is not one to show off.

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.