Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

They drive in and park in the carport. Michael walks Christina to the main entrance of the mansion while Jessica pursued her closely. On the other hand, Eva hesitantly step out of the car while she peered around at the heavily guarded premises, and all the memories of her husband visiting the same mansion come back to her. She recollects how her husband introduced her to a man calling himself sir Carlo as his best friend… Michael glances back to his mother who looked lost standing next to her car while she stared out into space.

Of course, the source of all information and knowledge of the world. Fifteen minutes later, we were ready to go. What would Carolina's Dad say to us? Would he accuse me of why I sent her daughter to jail, or would he.. — I need to stop overthinking. _ “Wow! The house is so big!” Jaime squealed in amazement. It sure was. It was grand and beautiful from the outside. It was a Victorian-style house with white bricks and medium-sized windows.

Why am I comparing them both? "What are you doing here, Gerard?" she walked up to him. She saw Charlie's car parked in the distance and she felt a little anxious. "Is this how you'll treat me now, Jer? Like I'm a nobody?" he asked and Jacques felt her head throbbing. "That Porsche is the newest model. Did he buy you that car? What else is he buying you to keep you?"

“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 wasn’t good with cars, but that car looked pretty expensive. Charlotte was stunned. She was about to tell him that she had a car of her own. It was just that it was still parked in the Simmons’ family home. She could collect it anytime she wanted… His Majesty’s kingly voice spoke up again. “My wife is a reflection of my pride. My wife's car is a reflection of her pride.” ‘WHAT?’ Lucas was so jealous that he could puke. ‘Second Master, you’re clearly forcing her into this! How could she possibly refuse your offer now?’

The cars pulled away, passing where Heath and Cameron were. “She’s pissed,” Cameron observed. “And important,” Heath said thoughtfully. “What the f-k has she been up to? I have seriously misjudged Charlotte McKenzie and Haven Farm obviously.” “What are you thinking?” Cameron asked him, intrigued. “I’m thinking that Haven Farm is a Van Helsing posting, fronting as a hippy farm. I’ve been f-king donating to a Van Helsing posting for the past five years,” Heath replied angrily. “And I had no f-king idea because I didn’t do my f-king homework. I was just relieved that Charlotte seemed to have found an interest and a place that grounded her.”

“You’re his carriageman for Bath.” “He has Edwards for the carriage!” “He wants you, so pack up and enjoy the holiday,” Jeremiah shrugged, scratching at an itch as he hobbled into the stables. “Jesus Christ,” I muttered to myself, heading straight back up the stairs the autumn sun now shining smartly on my back.

She could fill a whole book with this kind of beauty. "Amazing, isn't it?" Jen asked. Emma sighed with joy. "Wait till you see what's inside." Two valets, young men wearing nothing but low riser slacks and a bow around their necks, came and helped them out of the car. Emma heard one call Jen Mrs. Valentine. She caught Jen's eye and she smiled, grabbing Emma's hand and pulling her up the front granite steps. "Discretion," she hissed in Emma's ear as the front door was opened by another young man dressed exactly like the valets, his chest, lightly oiled, shining in the overhead lights.

He always acted like she was desperate to marry him, like she spent every day dreaming about becoming his wife. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Sorry. I don’t like it anymore.” She raised her hand, showing off the brilliant diamond ring on her finger. “I only like the one my fiancé gave me.” A flicker of pain passed through Zac’s eyes. He already knew who the man beside Charlotte was now. He was Sean Jasper—CEO of Jasper Corporation, heir to the Jasper family and the so-called crown prince of Jersey City. Compared to the Jaspers, the Gibsons were nothing.

"Come on, it’s nothing serious—just something with my cousin Miranda in Texas." Howard studied him carefully but chose not to push further, nodding slowly. What Jeremy said didn’t fully convince him, but he kept his questions to himself—for now. Charlotte had just finished her shift and was walking towards the bus stop when a car suddenly pulled up beside her. At first, she thought it might be Howard, but to her surprise, it wasn’t. However, fate hadn’t been kind either—when the window rolled down, she was startled to see Dr. Carman seated inside.