Finding Carter Carter And Crash Novels & Stories

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

When things between a mother and son had come to this, there was really nothing left to speak of. The doctor let out a heavy sigh, then pulled out a medical file and placed it on the table. "Brett passed away on the day of the car accident. His injuries were too severe to be treated. His death was rather tragic. I'm so sorry for your loss." The office instantly fell into silence. Mom stared at the file marked "Deceased" in her trembling hands. Her mind went completely blank, leaving only the doctor's somewhat sympathetic words echoing, "Brett has already passed away. It was a car accident. It's a pity—if he had been brought in earlier, there might still have been a chance to save him."

The burly man staggered backward from the impact, but the other lackeys quickly charged forward. Dakota tried to block them off and fight her way through, but she was easily outnumbered. One man sent a flying kick into her waist, and she collapsed to the ground with a muffled groan. Another grabbed a wooden stick from the ground and struck her back, violently lashing out. Then came a crack in the air. The stick snapped. Dakota didn't give up just yet. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to crawl toward me. Fresh blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, but her expression carried an indestructible determination.

“I can’t sense Damien anymore.” Then— A loud bang. The car jolted violently as something hit them from above, forcing them off the road. Tires screeched as Cris struggled to control the wheel. They crashed into a shallow ditch, airbags deploying. A moment of silence. Then they were surrounded.

I glanced over at Ethan who looked as though he was seconds away from hitting the floor. “Ethan, sit down before you collapse.” He lowered himself down into one of the chairs and shook his head. “I don’t understand...Carter—” “Is clearly not as clean and innocent as we were led to believe,” I grumbled. “Yeah, but the question is, what are we going to do about it?” Carlo inquired. “Aldo, Carter’s vehicle is nowhere to be found.” My whole body went rigid. “What do you mean?”

It took me about five minutes to realize I was sitting on My seat on the plane. The seat was turned upside down and appeared to be keeping me from smashing my face into the ground. When blood ran down my face and landed on my hand, I realized I was holding Ria, who was wailing quite loudly. I groaned in agony and clutched Ria's hand tightly. I had no idea how she or I had survived because everything went black when the plane crashed. I took one of my hands off her body, unbuckled, and quickly rolled over so Ria wouldn't fall to the ground. I shielded myself with my hand, and I swear my bone cracked as I hit the ground. "Ouch! " I screamed in agony. Ria continued to sob, and I couldn't tell w

He said sarcastically. Okay, maybe he is right. "How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off. Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.

I was really expecting a chase. The driver suddenly swerved the car causing me to hit my head on the nearby window.... hard! I was definitely not prepared for that. "Fuck! Sebastian, move faster." Carter yelled at the driver. His eyes seemed to be trying to pop out of their sockets. I smirked at him... pussy! "I'm glad one us can still find this funny." He grunts, loading a shotgun. I've always wanted to use one of those...maybe wishes do come through after all.

Carter pressed on the brakes, bringing the car to a halt in the middle of the road. "Come here, man," he said softly, drawing closer and wrapping his arm around me, gently patting my back. I allowed myself to surrender to his comforting embrace. "I... I've never loved someone the way I loved her. I wanted her to be my Luna. I... I..." My words were cut short by his calming shush. "It's okay. Everything will be alright. We'll bring the bastard responsible for her death to justice." *** "Alpha, wake up. I think we have a problem," Carter said, tapping me on the shoulder, pulling me out of my deep slumber. I hastily opened the car door and stumbled out, still feeling groggy from the mid-afterno

box, a grin spread across his face. It doesn't seem to matter how often he buys her new clothes; she always seems to wind up wearing his sweatpants instead. After putting the cover back on the jar, he teleported himself to his hideout in Gatlinburg. After leaving the box in the bedroom, he sneaked out of the house without Gwen noticing or catching on to what he was doing. Following that, he went out hunting. It wasn't as easy to get what you wanted here as it was in New York. While he was walking down Parkway, he went by the Hollywood Star Cars Museum. This museum houses more than forty automobiles that have appeared in movies or on television, such as the Batmobile, the car that Tom Cruise