Carter Slade Novels & Stories

Again he stopped and cleared his throat. “Slade needs your help. We need your help,” What can an insignificant person like me have to offer a man like Marcel? He reeked of wealth and affluence. His skin looked tough, but that had to be from too much fighting rather than suffering. “Who is Slade? And what are you talking about?” His brow furrowed and anger crossed his features as if I had just insulted the man he mentioned by not knowing about him.

If Zayn were to tell him to, he would become his dog at any moment. After Zayn was done laughing, he stared at Adrian and said, “You want me to go home? Sure, George Carter is celebrating his 70th birthday in two days. Send Jordan Larson to pay a visit personally and present his gift. If that pleases me, I may consider returning to the family. Otherwise, you can perish the thought. Remember, I’m only giving this opportunity to you once, and I won’t do it again if you mess this up.”

Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.”

The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world. ~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~ Present day The cool water flew through the gap between my toes soothing the pulsing nerves beneath the skin. It always had held that magic. It always gave my rushing adrenaline and aching muscles an instant calm, That I always seek after a whole day of unrelenting training.

he starts, leaning back like he is settling in for a conversation, “I wasn’t expecting you to show up. Knowing I’m here for you… I thought you’d avoid me.” I rest my arm casually on the chair, my expression blank. “Are you something to be avoided?” I ask calmly. “Mr…?” “Sam Carter,” he replies quickly, like he has been waiting to say it. “A prosecutor—formerly in Indiana, but I’ve moved to New York City. I’m also the older brother of the late Steve Carter.” There it is. I nod once, slow. “Oh. The late musician,” I say, keeping my tone neutral. “My condolences.”

And there, against the floor-to-ceiling window, Carter’s massive frame was pressed against Chloe’s. The nightmare from five years ago overlapped with the reality in front of me. A jagged, broken sound tore out of my throat. Carter looked over, his muscles coiling with a dark, satisfied energy. "What are you screaming for?" he drawled. "It’s not like this is your first time seeing this." Chloe let out a low, melodic laugh from beneath him. "Long time no see, Selene. I misspoke on the phone—Carter is leagues above that useless ex of yours. He absolutely wrecked me."

Slade went on like Corey wasn’t even speaking. “That’s just it. We need to re-write the fucking book. Talent is NOT about five thousand dollar suits and two hundred thousand dollar cars. It’s raw, and real. It’s making something relatable, where someone else can listen to it and feel it all because they’ve been there. But it’s also about allowing others to interpret it as their own. I should start writing again,” Slade said, looking quite animated and excited. I snorted again. “Says the guy wearing a watch that’s probably more than my day job would have paid me in a year,” I said, cutting my eyes at him.

They glanced at each other like they were speaking through mind-l**k, returning their gaze to us. "So… you're together now?" Kade asked, smirking. "No," I replied. "Doesn't seem like it to me." Jovi said. "Can we just stop talking?" Hames gruffed, turning his head away from them and to the Man, probably the Master or ceremony or whoever he was that was speaking into the microphone. "In this 30th Anniversary of 'The Carters', we'd now invite Mr. Asa Carter's son, Justin, for his speech."

He moves to my other nipple, before his free hand slides down my stomach and reaches the button on my slacks. He undoes my pants and gives them a soft push. They fall effortlessly down my legs, before Carter slides his hand inside my thong. He is rubbing against my core, and I am now soaked between my legs. Carter lifts me up, so I wrap my legs around his waist. He turns and sits down so I am once again straddling him.