Finding Carter 2 Novels & Stories

Coming to a stop next to her, Carter wiped his hand as he cleared the dirt from his hands, “ Nice to see you father, I am quite surprised to see you moving out of the grave.” “ Carter,” Cruz slowly got to his feet as he rubbed his chin, his eyes flickering slightly as he noticed his wolves being taken down one by one, his gaze stopped momentarily on Caroline who has her claw thrust right in Cynthia’s chest before turning to look at Carter. “ You have gotten smart son, I never thought that you will be able to pull this off.”

Carter was already waiting for him in front of the Mercedes he preferred to all his other cars. "Mr. Moore," Carter said with a light bow of his head as soon as he got close to the car. Then rushed around to open the door for him and retrieve his suitcase from him. He handed the suitcase over to the older man, then got into the car. Carter shut the door and rounded the car to place the suitcase in the trunk. When he got into the car he looked through the mirror at Derrick who was lost in thought. He cleared his throat, "Mr. Moore?" he asked quietly

“Six-Two-Kilo-Delta-Zero-Three. Black sedan. It’s moving fast, and I want it pulled over and detained for questioning.” A pause followed, then a chuckle. “You sure have a way of getting me involved in the weirdest cases. Anything else I should know?” “Nothing that can be discussed over the phone. Get the passenger back to her house. I’ll owe you one.” “Alright, I’ll handle it,” Carter replied, his tone shifting to one of intrigue. I knew he wanted to know more but he knew from experience that I wasn't going to indulge him. “But this better be worth it.”

“You drive her home. You see she is too tired to drive because …” “Okay” Tresh responded eagerly, not waiting for Natasha to complete her sentence. “Dr Lorgan, your special driver is here” Natasha announced, knocking and opening the door. “That was fast, give me…” she stopped, her eyes meeting Tresh Taylor’s. “Dr Lorgan, you are really hard to find” Tresh said with his signature breath taking smile.

Carter Moves Unknown Location Leonard Carter didn’t rush. He never did. “…They’ve identified the site.” An assistant stood behind him. Carter adjusted his cuff slowly. “…Of course they have.” A pause. “Deploy legal team.” “Private security.” “Prepare acquisition protocols.” The assistant hesitated. “…If they arrive first—” Carter’s gaze lifted slightly. Calm. Certain. “…They won’t finish first.” The Journey The drive felt longer than it should have. Not because of distance— But because every second felt stolen.

“Twelve things, huh? Guess I better make it good.” Carter’s grin widened, sharp and fearless. “We’re not just making it good, Champ. We’re making it legendary.” He pulled into the staff lot, the tires crunching over loose gravel. The school loomed darker now, its rows of windows blank and watchful, like eyes waiting to see if we were stupid enough to try. And the thing was… we absolutely were. Carter killed the engine, tossed the keys onto the dash, and stepped out like we’d just finished a cross-country road trip instead of a ten-minute drive. He stretched, cracking his neck, then shot me a grin. “You ready for some real shit to go down, Charlie?”

I asked, seeing Cooper standing aside with a smile on his face as he watched me hop into the car. Looking over at Cooper, Carter peered back at my face and replied, "No, he is just seeing you off and mind-linking me to drive safely." Grinning, I waved at Cooper and watched Carter shut the car door, while he and Dad hopped into the front seat. When Carter ignited the car, he drove out of our residence and headed for the pack's university. The car ride was silent as I hadn't ridden in the car with Dad before. I wanted to ask Carter about his mate bond with Emily, but I sealed my lips, not wanting to bring the matter up in the presence of Dad.

Taking out the embossed card from his pocket, Atlan sat heavily on one of the benches in the locker room. The faint smell of sweat, leather, and disinfectant clung to the air. He turned the small rectangle of polished cardstock over between his fingers. Inscribed on it, in bold black letters, was: James Carter Carter Enterprises

Carter Vale was alive. And he’d just declared war.

he said, leaning in to kiss me. I pressed my lips against his and basked in his incredible scent and warmth. After we pulled apart, we said our goodbyes and parted ways, leaving Carter and me alone. I followed Carter through the forest until we reached the outskirts of the village where the small parking lot sat. In the lot were a few different cars, one of which I recognized as Joseph’s. Carter went toward a red Lamborghini and opened the driver’s door. “This is your car?” I asked, raising my brows as I slid into the passenger’s seat.