Darwin X Carrie Novels & Stories

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Her eyes wide, gasping as she sees the blood and suddenly realizes the heart itself is present. Carrie chuckles and glances over towards the small box containing the heart. She walks slowly towards it and picks it up in her left hand while holding the blood in her right. "Oh, you mean this? Just a little keepsake I wanted to hold on to. This, is precisely where you come in my little transporter!" She smiles evilly at her, and Amber gasps, unable to comprehend how wicked Carrie has become. "I want you to bring me her body here. I need her to help me. In case my potion doesn't work, I can just get more blood from her." Amber's eyebrows narrow. She's confused and doesn't understand why Carrie w

I crashed against a cabinet at my side, causing a little ruckus. Marc was here. He had just killed the wolf Dax had sent to take his revenge. He rushed over, checking the wound on my neck because he knew I didn't have the ability to heal fast. "Why the hell does Dax want you dead, Cara?" At the instant, he glimpsed the cars parked outside, lowering his voice as his wolf caught on. "I'm gone for a few weeks, and you've managed to get in so much trouble all by yourself." I couldn’t answer. My chin quivered as I stared at Ximena's lifeless body on the ground. We didn't end things on a good note, and I hadn't even said goodbye. She deserved to know she was my only real friend.

Or maybe Xander had someone bring them here. I continue admiring how my body looks great in this, I'll admit my a*s isn't the fattest but it looks so in this. "Do you have lipstick to apply?" Carrie asks as she comes out in an outfit similar to mine but hers is a full-body suit. I nod and dig through my purse taking out a red one, she takes it from me and starts to apply it on me. When she's done I rub my lips together to smoothen it. "You look great, now all you need to bring Xander to his knees is..." Her fingers grip the zip which is by my neck and pulls it down until the costume views my breasts which are clad in a baby pink lace bra.

By noon, the city awoke to a yellow boiling haze, and Carolina came in from the yard with her braid unspooled, thrumming with purpose. She scattered garden mud across the tile and went straight for the battered laptop Xander kept on a perpetual trickle charge, careful not to knock the resurrection rig he’d slaved together from breadboards and old drone parts. She shoved aside yesterday’s fingerprints of jam, keyed in the passcode—Xander’s own middle name, which she used as leverage every time they fought—and opened the daily feed.

Then, he grew confused because of the smile plastered on her face. “Did someone upset you at the ceremony, baby?” he strode towards her and encased her small face in his hands, “What’s wrong?” Karrie shook her head and wiped away her tears. “I never thought they’d like me,” she uttered and then teared up some more. Andrin’s brows shot up. Until now, his mate was still really battling with her anxiety despite looking so confident during the ceremony. “I... I always thought they’d think I was--” “Weird?” A scowl plastered on his face, “I told you, Karrie. They don’t matter. You’re fucking perfect and if someone in this pack makes you feel otherwise then tell me, I’ll take care of it.”

It was from Carrie. Carrie: [Paula, do yourself a favor and stop clinging to Darren.] Carrie: [You saw it yourself. He'd gladly torment you just because I hinted at it.] She even attached a photo of Darren, sleeping peacefully beside her. I stared at the image, a wave of nausea tightening in my chest. I didn't feel anger; just a bone-deep exhaustion that made me feel hollow. I picked up my phone, blocked her, and deleted every trace of her from my contacts.

The ground beneath us seemed to shift, an invisible force binding us against the impending storm. “Luna Isla, Alpha Aaron.” Sasha came to us through the mind-link. “Carrie is awake. And there is someone at the border who claims to have information on what happened to Carrie and how she ended up where she was found.”

The hollow eyes on top of her bore down as the car approached, and Delilah was certain she was going to die, though she had no idea which method would claim her first. Dax didn’t usually listen to music while he was driving around the park for fear it might distract him from the radio on his belt, should someone be trying to call him, but whoever had driven this vehicle last had left it on a country music station, so he kept it there as he rode along, listening to Johnny Cash. He adjusted his hat, smoothing his dark blond hair behind his ears and trying not to pick at his face, something Nana Mel was always getting on to him about. He’d hoped by the time he was nineteen, he’d grow out of it,

I flicked my wrist and it became a paw, allowing me to smack Dante across the face, claws digging into his skin so that when I pulled away, my nails dripped blood. "Ben!' I turned, a horrified Carrie stood at the cave entrance, Rent by her side. "What the hell is going on?" Rent asked, looking between the two of us. I clenched my fists and tightened my jaw, about to answer. "Nothing," Dante said, cutting me off, I'm fine. Carrie walked to him, her hand went up to his face, "you're bleeding." He looked at her, leaning into her touch, "it's fine, we,"