Carter Slade Novels & Stories

Not inside this cage with this fear. “Are you so sure of what you're saying?” Carter said, his voice dripping doubt. He crouched down, his face close to mine and his breath hot on my skin. “I’m sorry, but I don't even want to care if you're telling the truth or not. You'll still go to the dark room. I have no reason to believe the words of a slut. You're nothing but a killer and a slave. Now, for what you've done, even selling you is a problem. Word has spread about the attempted hit on the boss. And the worst part is that? You're no longer a virgin so who’s going to want a used-up hole like yours? Fucked by the boss himself. Im sure you’re probably raw and loose down there already.”

He was too focused on the words echoing through the room. "Dr. Liam Carter, the esteemed cardiothoracic surgeon and recipient of multiple awards, including the Global Humanitarian Award and the National Excellence in Medicine Award, has once again made headlines…" The news anchor’s voice was grating, each word like a blade slicing through Finn’s patience. "As the youngest-ever recipient of the Carter Medical Pioneer Award, he has joined the Carter Specialist Hospital in a week-long medical field trip to the southern slums, offering free healthcare services to the underprivileged. Dr. Carter, known for his groundbreaking work in minimally invasive heart surgery, has been a crucial asset to th

Carter cooed friendly, waving at my brothers who just looked back at him blankly. "Who is this, Ryry?" "Is he your lover?" "Why ish he in a wheewchair?" "Who is the girl in the relationship?" "Did you buy me Skittles?" Some strange emotion swirled in Carter's dark eyes and soon a wholehearted laughter escaped his sexy mouth. "Hey, boys! Uhm... This is my friend, Carter. No, he isn't my lover. And no, I didn't buy Skittles, Sky. I told you I’m not going to the shop.”

who is next in the page that I am missing out on? Is it Carter?

I opened a new document and began typing. Dear Serene, Your father has been killed. All assets will be transferred to your name. I will also attach a list of names and numbers of your siblings which I know of. My condolences. Goodbye and goodluck child. Slade. The bastard left all his assets to me. Maybe he wasn't the problem. Maybe I was the problem. Maybe Baste was right to be angry. He had been loyal but I was never loyal to him. And the truth was, I was never going to let him take over my cartel because he was a weak man who let others dictate his life. He would have run my hard work to the ground.

He ushered me out of his chambers and we made our way back to where everyone else was. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Tomorrow, I am going to unlock a new phase of my life. From tomorrow on, I will not remain a clueless being, wandering through the roads, thinking about what to do next. From tomorrow on, I will know what I want and I will know what to do exactly to accomplish that. Tomorrow, I was going to start something to make my name written in the pages of history, to make my place among the stars above, to make my name be remembered for eternity, even after I die.

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.”

“Hello, is this Mr. Carter?” An older voice answered on the other end, aged but strong. “Who is this?” “I am Shane’s student. Jeff.” Brian Carter was one of the most respected authorities in art authentication. He had also been a close friend of my teacher for many years. He was known for being strict and uncompromising. He had zero tolerance for people who built their reputation on hype or stole others’ work. “Oh, Jeff. What can I do for you?” “Mr. Carter, I needed a favor.”

she said, as she got started. I nearly snorted. Corey would totally be down for a threesome but the redhead? Ehh doubtful. “Slade is their manager, I’m marrying my best friend who happens to be their manager,” I said, nodded. That’s right. Slade isn’t defined by Feisty, I won’t believe that. I can’t. He’s gonna change my life? I’m gonna change his life, and show him there’s so much more than work. Says the workaholic.

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."