Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

I wasn’t about to tell Colt’s sister I can’t stay off her brother’s dick. “Let’s just keep it light.” Alec sighed. “Poor bastard.” Following his eye sight, a car just pulled up. Jasper let Emmy out at the door before parking. She was huge but looked great in her baby blue dress. It went to her knees and the back flower down to her ankles. However, she didn’t brave heels. “Hey, girl. You look great!” I said, trying to be friendly. “Not sure why I chose blue. I look like a whale if it got stung by a pee and had an allergic reaction to it.”

They managed to put Freya's hands around their neck, as they stepped out of the school. From a farther distance, Janeka glimpsed Eamon's car. Her heart beats faster when she realized that Eamon was not in the car, knowing something terrible had happened, she huffed as tears dropped from her eyes. Did he abandon her? The only thing she observed was that the wheel screen of the car was shattered. She slammed the door of Eamon's car, igniting the engine, and they both drove back home. It dawned on them that Eamon Brentford had died.

It made her chest ache, this was the kind of affection she had always longed for from a family she didn't have. They were halfway through breakfast when the sound of a car engine pulled into the driveway. Charlotte froze mid-sentence. “That must be our boss,” she said. Kara’s heart skipped. Panic filled her chest. Desmond placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, miss. He’s a good man.” The couple stood to welcome him, and Kara followed behind, still unsure. Outside, a bright red Ferrari truck parked neatly in the garage. The man who stepped out, his aura was warm and lively. His cat-like eyes sparkled as he smiled, and his messy dark hair framed his face perfectly.

Volume 3: Eight Examination day. Royal Queen's Highschool. A silver-colored Sportscar drove into the school compound smoothly and stopped at the car park where other cars are packed. Inside the car was Ten years old Jemmy. Her father drove her, himself to the school. After he stopped the car, he turned to face her, " How are you feeling, baby girl? " He inquired softly as he caressed her long ebony hair. Jemmy looked up and stared at him before replying calmly, " Good but a little nervous. "

Then, softly, I whispered into the silence, “If it has to be Abu Dhabi… then fine. But I won’t go as her. Camilla is gone. Dead, burnt, and flushed away. I’ll go as Carla. As CJ Styles.” My reflection caught me in the darkened window. Stronger. Sharper. Colder. A woman carved from ashes. This wasn’t Camilla’s return. This was Carla Jepherson’s arrival. The weekend came quickly. As much as I wanted the award night to come, I dreaded meeting Maverick. All the days I lived in that house, I never actually knew where he worked but still, he was a freaking billionaire, for all I care, he may have been invited to the god damn award night. I closed early at noon and headed home to prepare for the ni

she asked back. While Caroline was on her way home from the station, she passed by the Swalesbury Gallery and caught Stevie and Jared descending the stairs to the basement. Then, after a while, many of the city's rich and famous appeared—business tycoons, elite families, and all sorts of suspects on the police's list were descending the same stairs.

“took you long enough, who’re you trying to impress, Camila? I swear Harry was as annoying as a fly. I pushed him against the wall and stared him in the face. “one more freaking word and I’m going to kill you” he nodded frantically and I let him go. I headed into the car and he entered the driver’s seat and drove off to the Romero empire. It was a large 24 story building, made of glass, at least most part of it.

She doesn't need anything else . Emily Saw Stacy and smiled .” Where's my Stanley cup , fill it up with strawberry juice ,a little bit cold . Let's go to AI .” Emily said smiling “ Yes ma'am , I'll inform Adam to prepare the car.” Stacy said leaving but Emily stopped her “ Where's Harry ?, he's the driver.” Emily asked “ He's with Mr Casper .” Stacy answered before leaving Stupid Casper , stealing her driver . Doesn't he have his own driver. Emily texted Susan before leaving the house . It became a habit .

Maverick spoke to Cameron for a short while, before he walked into the house to look around, before going to the yard. It was then he saw Mackenzie's phone ring. It was the Axford bastard calling again. What the fuck did he want from Mackenzie that his family had not already taken? He ended the call as soon as he could, and made his way to Mackenzie's small workshop in the yard. Calista and Mackenzie were there, just as Charlotte had said. Calista was the the first to catch sight of him. Her cheeks spread into a broad smile as she threw her arms wide open and ran towards him.

"I didn't see you coming." "What are you thinking that you didn't watch your front?" She showed concern. Carissa smiled insincerely, shaking her head. "Nothing, ma. I am fine," "I am sorry. Should I get you another coffee?" She stretched out her hands to collect the coffee cup, but Mrs. Charmaine declined. "Don't worry, you can go." "Thank you." Carissa appreciated. She took a step forward to enter the elevator and Mrs. Charmaine saw a birth-mark on her neck.