Finding Carter Carter And Crash Novels & Stories

“Alright, Syl... gotta go. Can't afford to give off bad impressions on my first day as Veep.” “Aye, I hear you. Get your ass outta here.” She shooed me out, trailing after me to the door. “Lu?” I heard her call out as I stepped out. “Yeah?” “Can I borrow your car to work when you get back?” What? “Say what now?” She laughed and repeated in a much slower voice. “I said, can I borrow your car tonight?” My car. My baby. My silver Chevy Camaro Turbo 1LE!

Carmen hit the road with eyes full of hope, and through the rearview mirror, I could see her eyes glittering with a frightening intensity. "Carmen, take it easy!" the guy riding shotgun cautioned. Carmen just giggled. "Relax, I've got mad driving skills!" I was not sure if it was the excitement or the booze, but we had barely left the parking lot when she whipped the car into a wild turn. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could get a word out, there was a loud crash.

Acting like he didn't know who I was, he shoved me aside and carried the young woman down from the car. She sensed my anger and grew so terrified that she buried her pale face in Harrison's arms and sobbed. "Harrison, that woman must be very angry. I'm scared." Harrison glanced at me with a hostile expression before looking at the secondhand car nearby. Smirking, he declared, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! It's not like I can't afford to pay for the damages." He tossed a business card at me with a flourish of his hand and continued, "Just let me know when you get the bill for the repairs."

Messages from Carter popping up immediately. “Yeah well, when you get your own car, you make the rules.” He said snidely as his hand scraped the floor. He bent his head again and let out a sound of victory just as a car appeared in front of us. I braced my hands over my head as his car, rammed into the other vehicle.

Bang! My Nimgo crashed straight into the back of a Valterra. A guy with sunglasses and a cigarette in his mouth jumped out, stormed over, and kicked my door. “You broke loser! See the emblem? It’s a Valterra! You’ve got guts crashing your trashy Nimgo into a Valterra!” When I saw the person who got out of the car, my heart sank. Things were exactly as bad as I expected. I wound down the window and stared at him. I was looking for clues from his words and actions.

“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?”

“Breaking news from the business world, Carter Corporation faces possible bankruptcy following shocking allegations of fraud against Zane Carter.” My hand froze midair. The tray slipped, crashing to the floor, pastries scattering like fallen dreams. Adrian turned. “Lena? What’s wrong?” But I couldn’t answer. My body went cold. On the TV screen, the Carter building, that tall, glass monument of arrogance and power, flashed across the news feed. Then Zane’s face appeared, jaw tight, eyes blazing as cameras surrounded him. ZANE CARTER UNDER FIRE. SHAREHOLDERS DEMAND ANSWERS.

“Two cars were after him, Emily. He didn’t lose control on his own. He was pushed off the road.” I blinked, my breath catching, my blood turning to ice. “It wasn’t an accident,” Carter said, his voice grim, his eyes blazing with fury. “It was an attack.”

"What do you mean her car’s gone?” Wyatt’s voice was low but lethal. Roy didn’t have time to answer. A young Gamma burst through the war room doors, breathless and wide-eyed. “Alpha!” Wyatt turned sharply. “What is it?” “I—I saw a crash. Just now, maybe twenty minutes ago. A small dark blue car got hit at the intersection before the packhouse,” Gamma Jake reported, chest heaving. “A black truck slammed into it from the side. T-boned it hard. I didn’t see what happened after—the truck drove off. But the blue car was still there when I left to report.”

They were always crispy and salty at Sandy's. “Oh, loads,” he replied sarcastically. “It's basically like a Disneyland for lawyers.” He ate another fry. “And I am not a lawyer.” She chuckled. Carter was the visionary designer of the W Motor cars. He enjoyed making them and testing them. He hated the business aspect of it, which was why he had partnered with Ethan when he wanted to start his company. Ethan was now the CEO while Carter just played with cars all day. “What about you?” Ethan asked, his green eyes focusing on hers. “How's your work going?”