Novel & Cerita Jem Carstairs

She halted, holding the horse steady, and reached back to gently pat Amara's bottom to keep her still. After a while, the carriage curtains were drawn back, revealing the haggard face of a woman. She wore a stone-blue satin dress, her hair simply adorned with pearls and emeralds, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at the two women. Her lips moved slightly, but no words came out. Inside the carriage was also an elderly maid, who had a hand on the woman's shoulder, seemingly offering quiet comfort. Carissa recognized her, and her heart skipped a beat—it was Malcolm's wife, Marjorie.

Chapter 13: The dinner party (ii) IVY’S POV “That must be our driver,” Charlotte said, smiling Ivy and Charlotte went outside and their heels clicked on the floor. They were wearing matching butterfly silver heels. Charlotte almost squealed as she subtly poked Ivy excessively in her side as she saw the car they would be going in. It was a BMW M8. “Ouch, Char, it hurts,” Ivy groaned “Ivy, pinch me, I think I'm dreaming,” Charlotte said, still staring at the car.

Madam Caroline said trying to see if anyone was following behind her. "Good day ma'am, he should be on his way" caira said. Caira was about walking away when madam Caroline called her back. "Mind my manners dear, this is caira, she is my best friends daughter, she also works here. Caira, this is Jace, my eldest son, he came all the way from California to visit his family" madam Caroline said again. Jace kept staring at caira strangely as he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He was a little annoyed by Luna's information and the woman in red. Although he did not know what sort of place Tea Cottage was, having some fresh air and a walk was not a bad idea. At that thought, he pushed open the door of the study, simply grabbed a coat, and left. When Jim's car left the Landry Mansion, Charlotte coincidentally came back from shopping. The two cars met. Jim did not see Charlotte who was in the other car, but Charlotte saw him. When the car returned to the Landry Mansion, Charlotte furrowed her brows and condescendingly looked at the butler who was by the door.

Charlotte McCartney “So how is it all going to go down?” I asked as we started to get out of the car. The driver came out to bring out Josh's wheel chair from the boot. “It's not going to be so complicated I promise”, he said, refusing the chauffeur's assistance as he attempted to help him get off the car. “I'll just need you to stay by my side and be my wife that's all”, he continued as he struggled to get himself out of the car, a sore sight to the eyes but still much better than before. Thankfully the sessions were paying off even though it was a slow process altogether.

Jasmine chuckled in amusement, loving Grandma May’s funny quips. Jasmine had never met Zachary in person but got to know his aloof nature from her best friend. It was a wonder that he was related to Grandma May. Soon, Callum arrived. He was here to bring his gallivanting grandmother home. Nana reminded him to drive a cheaper vehicle. The cheapest car in the house was a BMW used by the housekeeper to get groceries. However, it was worth over a million bucks. Since it was too late to buy one, Callum had to borrow the gardener’s pickup truck.

The Vampire King, it wasn't anything she had heard of before and after seeing how strong he was, she didn't doubt that he was being truthful. When they stepped out into the chill of the autumn air, Charlotte caught sight of a sleek black car that was parked just outside the castle entrance. The windows were heavily tinted, so it was impossible to see through them from the outside. Standing beside the car was a well-dressed gentleman, his hands folded in front of him. It wasn't a limo by any means, but it seemed that Rimidal had enough influence to have a personal driver, all the same. If he was as old as he claimed, Charlotte could only imagine the kind of fortune he had.

Autumn's smile froze, and her heart skipped. "N-No!" She fixed her gaze on the traffic lights, cleared her throat, and said, "Never mind. I'll just focus on driving." Dominic shook his head, unable to make sense of her reaction. He pulled out his phone and searched for information about Charlotte's father, Isaac. … Less than ten minutes later, the Ferrari came to a stop. Dominic stepped out and looked up at the towering office building before them. "This is the JewelMed you mentioned last time?"

“Because you keep it steady. And you never gloat.” Carolina considered this, then flicked her a half-hearted salute. “I’m saving it up.” Night swelled quickly, shedding the usual half-measures. The city felt like it was holding its breath, the old tides struggling against new, raw currents. They met Ember in an old cold-room behind a cannery, redolent of rust and fish bones. She was smaller than Carolina expected, her face crowded with the delicate geometry of someone who had never, for a moment, been a child.

When Jessica got out of the car, she saw a Rolls-Royce parked at the door. Judging by its license plate, it was John's car. The members of the Sus also came... Jessica frowned tightly and her heart sank a little. The Fergusons' old house was quiet all year round. Even though there was a garden master who took care of it, the big house still had a lifeless atmosphere. When she walked in at this time, she felt even colder.