Finding Carter Carter And Crash Novels & Stories

Wildly, he grabbed for her, but whoever had come for Caitlyn had already pulled her out of the car. “Caitlyn!” he shouted, hurling his full weight against what was left of the driver’s side door. “Caitlyn!” His body ached already from the impact of the crash, and he ignored the screaming pain slicing into his head as his shoulder rammed against the bent door again and again.

I started my car and took a dangerous shortcut, heading straight for that winding mountain road. Half an hour later, I parked the car next to the only emergency lane on this treacherous stretch of road, with an emergency sand pit beside it. A few minutes later, a piercing roar echoed from the top of the mountain road. I leaned against the car door, watching coldly as the van sped down the mountain, black smoke billowing from it. "Brake! Brake, you idiot! Billy, brake! Stop the van!" "I can't brake! I can't stop the van! The brake's not working!"

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

Carter After the meeting and knowing that the men who tried to kill me were now having a conversation with the devil, it made me more relieved, but I would only be completely happy when I saw that joint from hell in flames, I never thought about destroying them, even after everything that's happened to me, but if he wants a war, he should know by now that I'm not a man to back down. I'm going to have Hernandes hire more security guards for my house and I want some to stay on my properties. What happened to Dell Grafic cannot happen again, because of that I will lose millions, besides having to lower the price, I will rebuild the company from scratch and it will not be cheap.

This was the largest Cartel ever, well at least in North America that was… I rose to the surface and cried out when I felt a bullet graze the side of my arm. “Fuck!” I screamed, just as somebody grabbed me and pulled me on board one of our boats. I heard choppers flying overhead and the yacht took off out of sight. But the damage was already done, we had failed our mission and now they would know we were coming for them. JAMESON POV: “The fucking cia happened!” I shouted at Ronald. “Don’t worry boss, the men will get away!” Ronald says reassuringly.

He slumped into a chair, all the sweet memories instantly dissolving like popped bubbles. With trembling hands, he plugged the USB drive into his computer. A video began to play. He saw Crystal grabbing Celine's hand and slapping herself with it. He also saw Crystal dragging Celine toward the balcony and pinning her there. When the footage ended, the only sound in the room was Howard's ragged breathing. Crystal's vicious actions and words replayed in his mind like a broken record. He sat there, wide-eyed in disbelief, watching the video over and over again.

But then, my gaze drifted to the background image behind the anchor, and my heart began to race. A mangled car, its metal twisted beyond recognition, filled the screen. My mind struggled to process what I was seeing. The headlines on the bottom of the screen caught my attention, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I read the words: " Walker Corp CEO, Emelia Carter, involved in Fatal Car Crash " My blood ran cold. Accident? Fuck! Fuck! When the fuck did this happen?!

Wolfing out mid-air. The two men pushed the car because of their acceleration. It was to stop themselves from crashing their bodies with it. Carter jumped and wolfed out when that happened, causing his opponents to collide with the car. It left a small dent, but it surely pushed Carter's enemies into a tree. Instead of attacking the two men on his side, he went on with the leader.

This should be what he wanted to tell me, why he seemed so resentful towards Simon. So I asked. “That day when we had the accident?” He answered. “ It hasn’t really been an accident.” “What do you mean?” “Simon... he is the one who turned the steering wheel and made us crash...” Carter’s fists clenched again and I moved my palm over one of his. “He deliberately moved the car off the road.” Carter continued. “He– he did this to me... and he escaped unharmed. We didn’t even have a fight that day. We barely ever fought and when we did, it was always because of drugs.”

He lost his balance, arms flailing as he screamed and toppled over the broken railing. A heavy, dull crash echoed from below. Carter collapsed onto the freezing ground. Clear finger marks stood out on his neck, blood pouring from the wound in his leg. I crawled to him on my knees, hands shaking as I tore at my clothes to bind his injury. Warm blood soaked through the fabric almost instantly. Carter’s eyes were closed. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest told me he was still alive. I bowed my head as tears fell without warning, mixing with the blood.