Jenn Carter Novels & Stories

I say with a shoulder shrug. “You know Fox is going give you another set of stitches when he sees that, right?” JT asks. I give him a toothy sharky grin. “Oh, I know. It’s worth it because I have Carley who will kiss it all better,” I sing-song, gloating. JT just shrugs his large shoulders. “Your funeral,” he deadpans. Jensen laughs like a hyena. “If you think Cactus won’t do the same as Fox, then you don't know her as well as you think,” Jensen gasps trying to catch his breath.

His eyes scanned the headlines absently until one caught his attention: "Daughter Takes Over Father’s Legacy: Evelyn Carter Named CEO of StarLink." His coffee cup froze halfway to his lips as he stared at the article. There, right below the headline, was a picture of Evelyn. She looked poised, confident, and radiant in a tailored suit, her hair swept back in a sleek updo. The caption beneath the photo read: Evelyn Carter, daughter of the late Robert Carter, steps into her father’s shoes as the new CEO of StarLink.

“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.

FLASHBACK Paralyzed. The doctor had said her chances of walking again were slim. Of course, she would have to go to rehab and the longer she put it off, the slimmer her chances got. As if letting the nurses massage and exercise her legs would help her walk. How had she ended up like that? So helpless and useless? She was the great Genevieve Carter. The elegant, classy, beautiful wife of Edgar Carter, owner of Carter Industries, and mother to three wonderful children. Women were envious of her.

“I've heard so much about you in the last days. Never thought you would look this good.” “Ah… Thank you.” Jennifer said with a smile. “Christian Spector. Jerald's friend. Only friend actually.” Jennifer looked at his hand. She then looked at Jerald who seemed unbothered. “Jennifer…” She took a moment then finally said it; “Carter.” They shook hands. “Jennifer Carter.” She finally says. “That is one… low budget ring.” Chris said and Jennifer laughed. Jerald stood there silently, he read her body language and noticed she's going out.

[Already on the way. He turned off his cell phone and watched the news on the small TV mounted above the cash register. While the queue was still quite long, he focused on the news. [Jennifer Dunn allegedly committed an act of terrorism at her agency's building after she was fired by the agency's CEO. The up-and-coming artist is now a fugitive from justice for blowing up the car of Shawn White, the CEO of the CMA agency].

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

Carter snorted. “We did it two times before she bailed. Cord walked in as she was walkin’ out. Then he asked me if her tits were implants. I was surprised he’d noticed them. Though, I gotta admit they were pretty hard to miss.” “Damn. I take it back. You did nail her. Congrats.” Carter wiped another streak of blue across the top. “So were they fake?” “Yep. Who cares? They were just the way I like ’em: big and round and bouncy and then they were gone.”

Carter's brows furrowed, and he quickly denied it. “No way! Look at Vera—does she look anything like some rich heiress? She reeks of poverty.” He scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “I’ve heard some rich old women have pretty twisted hobbies. Maybe Xena just has a thing for younger company—” Before his disgusting words could land, I flicked my eyes toward the guards. Without hesitation, they moved. Carter’s voice barely had time to break into a protest before one guard seized him by the collar and lifted him off his feet like a ragdoll.

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.