Darwin X Carrie Novels & Stories

Grabbing a bottle of champagne and two flutes in the other hand, Carrie removed a tiny tube from her purse and emptied its contents in one of the glasses. She turned to look around but no one was there. Xavier will soon be in his suite. She quickly filled the two glasses with the champagne and sipped from one. “I promise you, Xavier, today, our lives will change forever!” She happily smirked to herself and gulped everything. Carrie refilled her flute and Xavier walked in.

Or perhaps deep resentment? Carrie's thoughts drifted back to an event eleven years ago when she was a young university student in Australia. A charming man then had captured her heart. They became close, but one night, something happened that she had never wanted. Since that night, Carrie had refused to see or be near him again. Yet here they were, unexpectedly reunited. The sound of a car engine stopping in front of her house snapped Carrie out of her reverie. Dressed in a long black sleeveless dress, she rose from the sofa and stepped outside. After opening the door, she walked towards the sleek black SUV parked in front of her gate.

My fingers trembled slightly, but I forced myself to type in my password, trying not to rush, even though every instinct screamed at me to hurry. My inbox opened. There it was. ‘Report on Caroline Dalton’ CONFIDENTIAL My heart slammed against my ribs. I clicked. Page after page filled my screen, her address, work details, schedule estimates, photographs taken discreetly from a distance. The first picture stopped me cold. It was Carrie walking into a sleek glass building, her hair tied up, her expression calm and focused. She looked… beautiful. Mature. Strong. She looked like a woman who had survived hell and built her own heaven.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

I doubt it; this guy must just be running his mouth,' Dax pondered with careful considerations. "You're here to ruin his name, aren't you? Darryl has always been a good person and he's never conspired with evil in the shadows. How is it possible that he committed all these unlawful acts that you've claimed? I bet you're just here to stir up trouble. You just want to destroy the Carter family, but I'm afraid you won't get what you want," Dax rebutted. Buzz! Suddenly, a surge of internal energy erupted from Dax's body. At the same time, a ray of golden light shone through the cloud revealing the Sky Breaking Ax in his hand. He grasped onto the ax tightly and immediately charged at Grunt.

Andrea asked, rubbing her forehead slightly. Carrie and Cheryl gave each other a defiant stare, but said nothing else. "I was able to get in touch with Reid Dahmer. He promised to help me get in touch with Dr. Austin." Carrie began but was interrupted by Cheryl. "Dr. Austin? Who's Dr. Austin?" "You don't know him because she wasn't talking to you. Mind your business." Cassie hissed. "It's called curiosity. Don't blame me if the word is too ambiguous for you to comprehend." Cheryl retorted.

“You’re the best.” He gave her a warm hug and then grinned at Carrie. “Do you finally want to join the drama crew now?” “Oh, give up already, Darc, my answer is still the same,” Carrie chuckled as they shared a tight hug, two werewolves squeezing each other. Zeda laughed. Carrie had told her that Darcy had been pestering her to join the drama crew since their first year, but she was never interested. Her interest was volleyball, so she was in the sports department.

Carrie is already at the front door, fumbling with the knob, which refuses to turn, only it’s nothing except rust on the bolt and when she twists again, hard, the door flies open, blessed sunlight bursting through. Carrie unlocks the passenger door of the mini-car and throws herself across the seats, followed by Trent. He barely manages to pull his feet inside before she twists the key, hits the gas, and veers into the road, almost sideswiping a delivery van. As he slams his door, Trent glances out the rear window. Angry Fox appears in the warehouse doorway, sans pants and flopping meatily, black plastic eyes gleaming in the sun. Angry Fox makes a pistol sign with his big white paw and mimes

But Saya, as determined as Selene to assert her supremacy, doesn't hesitate for a second to grab him by the neck and shake him in front of all of them. Seeing their leader on the brink of death, the renegades start to back away, intending to flee. But Carrie prefers that this doesn’t happen. If any of them escape alive, the nightmare of the Redwood Wolves will never truly end, so she decides to use one of her gifts to help without anyone noticing her presence.

Let him seethe. “Well, well,” I called up, grinning wide enough to show teeth. “Maddox. Long time no see, you psychotic fuck.” Caroline waved beside me, all bubbly and shit. “Hi, everyone! So excited to finally be here officially.” Her voice was honey. Her eyes, when they flicked toward Kyrian, were pure venom. She hid it well. Connie Reid came down the stairs slower than the rest, that plastic smile plastered on her face.