Jenn Carter Age Novels & Stories

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

“Alright, stop fooling around. Let’s not joke around anymore. Let’s go home. We won’t be separate again. We won’t bicker or fight anymore, alright? I have loved you since the beginning, and still love you!” Author’s POV: Outside the operating room, Evan’s Butler, bodyguards, and the others couldn’t help but cry. “Mr. Carter can’t be dead. That’s impossible. Doctor, please think of something else to save him.” “Mr. Carter is so young. He has just celebrated his 31st birthday. Why did something like this happen to him?” “Our condolences!” Other than offering their condolence, the doctors were hopeless. **** News of Evan’s car accident was quickly leaked to the media by an informant.

He grumbled and tightened his hold on me: "Let's go meet the Parker family, Carter wanted to meet you. Since when you were 11 he has taken a liking for you." He said making Nate nod. I followed them while they are walking and talking about memories, I didn't want to listen to them so I looked at the venue which is beautiful and immense. "Here we are, Carter here is your favourite guy who is now 21!" Lorenzo yelled I shut my ears close. "Hey, Carter." Nate waved at Carter, he was handsome in an older way, he smirked and walked toward Nate with a baby in his hands, his wife was beside him. She was beautiful and didn't look like in her thirty.

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

"Just keep the money, Auntie." "Tomorrow's your birthday?" I asked Caren when we were already alone in her room. "How old are you by tomorrow?" "Eighteen." "It's your debut. You should celebrate that." "I don't celebrate birthdays," she just simply answered. "Why?" "It's just a waste of time," she shrugged. "Besides, I don't have people I could celebrate with." I stared at Caren who was now busy doing her assignments. "You never celebrated birthdays before?" "I already forgot when was the last time I celebrated my birthday." she answered without looking at me. "I was still a kid then." She went silent for a while. "I still had a complete family back then."

The walls, in soft tones, were decorated with minimalist paintings and photographs that captured laughter, hugs, and late nights filled with coffee and heartfelt talks. She had met Jenn and Carla during a technical course for advertising assistants years ago. They were studying nursing at the same institution, and chance—or destiny—brought them together during a break over bad coffee and casual conversation that eventually turned into sisterhood. Jenn was the creative storm. Blonde, sharp-tongued, with caramel-colored eyes that seemed to shine even brighter when she was plotting some mischief. Her humor was as cutting as it was affectionate—a force of nature in the form of a woman.

I swear if this shit comes back to bite me in the ass, I will kill Mike myself. Mike’s POV It was the day that Jensen and his men were to be arriving so I called Lynn into the office. Lynn was Carter’s sister. She had helped all of us the night we lost Catherine. She had come to me over a week ago asking for help. She had been on the run from some guy named Joseph King. She hadn’t been out of her room the past few days except to eat, but I am assuming that was because of Rebecca. I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in.” Lynn entered the office looking like a lost puppy dog. I could see that she had been crying, man I hated it when women cry.

It was velvety under Carly’s fingertips. Holy fuck. Carly jerked her hand away as if she was touching fire. "Jesus, Jenn. Yes, yes, you are soft. When did you start … shaving yourself?" "Just today." Jenn’s eyes gleamed. She raised her skirt higher, and stroked her smooth mound with one hand. "I was inspired when I tried on this costume. I like it. It lets me go without panties without being so obvious." "How’s that?" "Well, before my red hair was so obvious if it peeked out. Now it’s just skin."

“Who?” “Just someone.” He was looking at the redhead in the green nightgown’s direction. She was sweetly smiling at everyone that greeted her. I suppressed a laugh. He looked just like his ex-girlfriend, but she wasn’t Nancy. Looking at the woman made me think Wes had a type. “Are you sure you know her?” I questioned. “That’s Jennifer Leroy. She’s a YouTuber with eight million subscribers,” Carter said. “She’s Nancy’s cousin,” Wesley stated.