Jem Carstairs Novels & Stories

pointed Camilla quickly towards a red car not far ahead of them. "Pardon?" the taxi driver looked confused and clueless. "Please, follow that Mercedes Benz right now!" Camilla exclaimed in a half-squeal. "I'll pay double the price of the taxi fare!" Although still surprised, the taxi driver complied. "Alright, Miss," he stepped on the gas and drove the taxi forward. Taxi engine roaring as she speeds after Kariav's vehicle, Camilla is determined to find the truth. The chase begins, taking them through straight motorways, crowded city streets and busy intersections.

“Sir, are you sure you want to return to the Louvre now?” “Yes,” Jarvey replied briefly, then got into the car. Khiel asked no more questions, driving the vehicle from the hotel and heading to the only road out of Les Halles. Jarvey’s phone rang again, and a message from Havella appeared on the screen. “Emily is furious. She’s realized she can’t defeat Charlotte and her family. I hope you come home soon, son. Only you can help your father. Forget Charlotte, and learn to love Emily.” ***

Looking down at her chest she slightly bit her lips noticing he had just helped with her seat belt. His breath fanned her neck softly before he brought his lips close to her ear “Seems I am not the only one with naughty thoughts.” Charvie watched him pull away, as he started the car immediately, with a wild smile on his lips. Charvie scoffed, her face a total shade of red, as she turned to the window for salvation. SAN FRANCISCO - Reids Mansion “Stay away from me.” Jessamine stood in front of her mirror mumbling the word Frost had said to her over and over again, as she traced her hand on his thumbprint on her neck.

Damien smile before hearing the Dingdong sound of the elevator opening "Nice meeting you miss Charlotte" Arrya said smiling knowing she have spoil anything going on in the lady head. Damien nod at her before pushing Arrya out. Charlotte watch the couples as they walk away from her. she came out of the elevator as she put on her big sun glasses to hide her teary eyes. she can't deny, the man is handsome and she have made her mind she want him and no one will stop her, she is Charlotte McNair, what she want is what she will get. Charlotte went to where her black Bentley was, after settling down on the driver sit, she call a number..

Kamara’s POV The entire day flew by into nothingness. I barely remembered what I’d eaten, what the lecturers said, or who sat next to me. It was all just noise. When I walked out through the university gates, I wasn’t surprised to see Jace parked across the street like some undercover stalker. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You have to be kidding me.” Wearing his signature black suit. “Good afternoon Miss Mann.” “I don’t need a chauffeur. Or a babysitter,” I snapped.

Teddy came home in an ambulance. Lala, Sèdonoudè, Quentin, Arabella Cameron, and a private nurse, stood on the stone steps which led up to the front door of Chateau Nullepart. It was hardly Lord Marchmain’s return to die in his ancestral home (and Teddy, though gravely ill, was not yet in extremis), but he was nonetheless touched by the gesture. The ambulance driver and his mate, officious looking in navy-blue, almost paramilitary style attire, carefully slid the rolling stretcher through the ambulance’s back door.

Marisa Darcysaw this and became even more furious, how could she stand Emma Rosy talking to her like this? "Why don't you go to hell?" Marisa Darcybit her lip, and her sinister voice was filled with malice, "You were lucky you didn't die the other day!" Hearing her words, Emma Rosy suddenly remembered something, "The other day Keira and I were almost hit by a car in front of the kindergarten, so it was you who arranged it?"

Jamie stumbled backward and fell, accidentally hitting the corner of his mouth against the sharp corner of the coffee table. Blood instantly squirted out of the corner of his mouth as the skin tore. He fell to one knee in frustration and glared at Cedrick. "You seem really angry for this woman's sake. What's the matter? Are you interested in her as well?" Saying this, Jamie thought back to the photo Louella showed him earlier…and realized that the man in the photo somehow resembled Cedrick. Cedrick stared down at Jamie like he would with an ant as he oozed an intimidating aura like a king ruling in the shadows. "Catelyn Clark is the designer of my son's mansion. No one is to lay a finger on

Charlotte looked left and right anxiously to ensure that there were no obstacles around her car. That was the disadvantage of sports cars. It hung too low to the ground, and it was inconvenient to get in and out. As soon as she opened the door, the car door banged against the curb. She had no money to fix her car anymore. Camilla hadn't even reimbursed her for the money she'd spent on buying Zachary a Benz! Jeremy had reached the road and was staring at the empty street in a slight daze. He had forgotten that they were in a rather remote area. It was only convenient to get a cab from the city right after work. It was difficult to reach the city from here, unless he paid extra.

Let it play out. We waited for twenty agonizing minutes. Thea stood staring blankly at the marble floor, refusing to look in my direction. I stood in the shadows near the sweeping staircase, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my trousers to hide the violent trembling in my knuckles. The heavy iron gates at the perimeter of the estate buzzed. "A black Mercedes Maybach has breached the perimeter, sir," Graham announced quietly, his hand resting on his earpiece. "It is Caroline and Robert Mercer."