Novel & Cerita Cartwright Christmas

The atmosphere was very festive and exciting. Christy sat alone watching people dance; she didn't like dancing the most because she was single. "Hi Miss. Wilson, would you like to dance with me?" Christy turned her head. A young man held out his hand with a gentle smile. "Who are you?" asked Christy nonchalantly. "I'm Bob Carter," the young man replied politely. "Bob? Mr. Carter's grandson?" Christy confirmed. "That's right. And if you don't mind what about we become friends?"

Carter. *************************************************

And she was already running out of time. Carter’s chest tightened, but he forced a grin, pretending everything was fine. Carter felt a tightness in his chest, but he forced a grin, keeping his tone light. “Sis, I still have some work to finish, but once I’m done, I’ll come join you guys for Thanksgiving.” He huffed dramatically. “Since Uncle William isn’t going home for the holiday, that place is going to be a war zone. No way I’m sticking around to be the one taking all the hits!”

A lady wearing a dark woolen cloak with flaming red hair asked, “What would you say to the creator?” I wipe my tears of laughter as I look her in the eyes. She is very pale, with gothic makeup and soulful eyes. I sense that I can be honest with her. “Well, first,it's brilliant. It reflects the dark side of this holiday. It shows the enslavement of reindeer, the oppression of elves and the self-serving nature of one man who takes all of the credit. Also, I'm glad there isn't a cross or a baby Jesus in sight.”

Not with the paycheck. Christmas just got a whole lot fucking worse.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

“Welcome back to Society Scoop Live! Tonight’s guest needs no introduction — heir to the Carter Group, the nation’s most eligible bachelor, and the man at the center of what’s being called The Royal Romance of the Decade…” Catherine’s hand clenched the remote as James Carter’s smirking face appeared on the massive flatscreen in her living room. He wore a charcoal suit and a white shirt with the top button artfully undone. Clean-shaven. Dimples on full display. The lighting made him glow like a saint.

God. I am going to faint. This is so crazy. What’s happening? “Wait, you are Mrs. Carter?” I almost whisper as she nods her head, making me jump in my place as I hug her, “I am sorry for hugging you. I am just so happy to meet you all.” “Well, we always celebrate Christmas at my place, but Lukey insisted we do it here this time.” I just stare at her. Is he here? My fragile heart can’t take this. I am going to faint.

Pamela heaved a sigh of relief. … Meanwhile, a heated discussion was going on in the brightly-lit Cartwright Residence. "There's no way we're going to war with the Jetts all because of some man with an unknown background!" A stern voice rang out. It was Mitchell Cartwright, Helen's second uncle, who spoke. He was dressed in full armor and exuded a strong air. Mitchell Cartwright's looks and personality were two aspects of himself that greatly contrasted with one another. He was a bespectacled man who usually made people think he was some elegant scholar, when in fact, he was incredibly cruel and cunning.

I curled up with Chris in his bed as we watched a movie. He’s been worried about me over the past week, which I feel bad about. I hate worrying everyone. Chris surprised me with a home-cooked dinner and a movie; A Journey Back to Christmas, my favorite Christmas movie ever. I sighed as we watched, “What’s wrong?” Chris asked; I shook my head, but Chris was not about to take that for an answer. He paused the movie and straightened up, waiting for me to talk to him.