Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

Just as she was preparing to bid farewell to Jim, she heard swift footsteps approaching, accompanied by an unmistakably familiar scent. "Sorry for being late." "Mr. Fordham?" They spoke simultaneously. Chester's hair was messy, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, subtly highlighting his alluring collarbone. The light artfully masked the anxiety and worry that flickered in his eyes, presenting a striking contrast to his usual refined and composed demeanor. Charlotte and Sebastian were stunned. They were confused about why Chester was there and why he seemed familiar with Giselle. After realizing that, Charlotte felt her pride fade as jealousy took over.

Kelvin maintained a poker face, a subtle expression that only Jessica caught, prompting her to chuckle before they hurried after Justin. "Which of the cars are we going in, sir?" Kelvin inquired. Justin surveyed the array of cars in his garage and pointed to the Mercedes Maybach Exelero, stating, "That one." Jessica raised her brows; indeed, it was an impressive car, she thought. Her eyes traveled through Justin's entire body, he was very handsome. He wore a black fitting suit making him look even more attractive. Jessica tore her gaze from him. She didn't want to be caught looking. Upon reaching the car, Jessica stood by the door, anticipating Justin to open it for her. However, he went dir

She is waving her arm. “Camilla he knows we are here,” I speak sharply to her. I should not have done that. But I did and now it’s over, maybe I should apologize. JJ pulls up in his truck. It’s a 1975 Chevy. I only know this because I have seen one in the void. My outdated information comes in handy sometimes. He gets out of this big orange monstrosity. He walks up to me and Camilla Dawn “Girls are you ready?” This man grabbed us up before we could even answer.

So, when he answered the video call, he asked in a sleepy voice, “Carmen, it is already so late. What is the matter?” Carmen cried as she said, “Dad! That little b*stard, Charlie has finally released me! However, I have no way to return to Eastcliff now. That b*stard, Isaac Cameron, also turned off his cell phone. Can you hurry up and make the arrangements for one of our private jets to come and pick me up here?” Jeremiah replied, “Oh, is it already the day that Charlie has agreed to let you go? Why don’t you do this, then? Take a taxi to the airport first, and I will arrange for a private jet to go there to pick you up.”

“The Takahashis were impressed. Carter noticed too.” Her stomach twisted . “He’s looking at her like she is hard to figure out.” Cameron’s smile wavered. “That’s exactly how he works. People are chess pieces. You’re… not. That’s the reason he doesn’t know how to handle you.” She didn’t had a chance to give him a reply. The doors at the far end burst open, and silence fell like a blade. Jade Kensington entered like fire walking—crimson gown, hair in a perfect twist, eyes glittering like she was born for ruin. Maeve’s pulse quickened. Jade—the scorned heiress who had already made headlines for storming a Langston event once before.

She prayed they would come. Seventeen minutes later and her prayers were answered. The black lacquered carriage that she had come to know and easily recognize even from a distance, pulled up, the six horses being commanded to a halt by the coachman. The Coat Of Arms of Carlisle shone brightly on the side, reflected and pronounced by the many lights of Stonewall House. Marjorie picked her dress lightly and hurried to them.

I envied his peace. When we landed in France, the tension in the air only grew. A sleek black car waited for us, and a sharply dressed man stepped out, his umbrella shielding him from the rain. “Mrs. Charlotte, Mr. Albert,” he greeted us in a thick French accent. “I’m Jacques, Mr. Adam’s assistant. Everything has been arranged.” Albert grunted in acknowledgment, while Jacques helped me and Ephraim into the car. The drive to the mansion was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and Ephraim’s occasional murmurs in his sleep.

I arrive at home and see an unknown vintage car is parked on my property. I was in no mood for company unless it was Claire’s. I send a photo of the license plate Mason and he asks that I remain inside as the vehicle belong to the mafia leader Francisco who has just escaped prison. But I see something even more shocking as I get closer to my front door. Charlotte is there sitting on the pavement outside my front door. Her hair is disheveled and her clothes are wrinkled. She looks to be a complete disarray. I text Mason back, letting him know that Charlotte was here and there was no sign of Francisco.

It was Jareth texting. Jareth: “I can’t wait to see you.” Jerrica: “Well you’ll have to wait a little longer. I still have twenty minutes.” Jareth: “That’s twenty minutes too long.” Jerrica: “I’m on my way out the door.” She made her way to the elevator. On the main floor, she waved to security. The doorman opened the door for her and she came face to face with Jareth. “Your chariot awaits, m’Lady,” he gestured dramatically to his Mercedes. He gave her the once-over look and offered his arm. “How long have you been waiting down here?” she asked, blushing under his gaze. “Long enough to know the life story of the doorman,” he said jokingly.

**** THE FOLLOWING DAY. The cab halted at Stonegazer Estate, Charlotte got down from the cab alongside with Jasmine. Charlotte had no other choice but to take her since she insisted on going with her. Charlotte bend over to Jasmine level, “Promise me you’d be a good girl, huh?” Charlotte asked and Jasmine nod immediately. “Yes mummy! I will be a good girl,” Jasmine instantly said, Charlotte caress her cheeks and they both walked in. Charlotte jaw dropped when she got to the Harrington Villa, it was so gigantic. The Villa was different from the one she went to 6years ago, in fact this Villa was the most beautiful building she has ever seen.