Jenn Carter Novels & Stories

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”

Another bad decision waiting to happen. Jenna strolled in, grinning like she had won the lottery. “I come in peace—with a news piece.” I barely looked up. “If it’s about your latest reality TV obsession, I’m not interested.” She slid into the chair beside me, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, this is better. Much better.” I sighed. “Fine. What is it?” She leaned in. “Word around the office is that Damien Carter rejected the chairman’s daughter.”

He was a natural with them, according to Chase, who would know since Carter was his ranch manager, and breeding specialist. "Carter Weaver, it's so nice to see you." She hugged him. "It's wonderful to see you both. You used to drop off your delicious pastries in the morning and I was sold out by four." Susan hugged Janelle. "It's so nice to see both of you again." "We're both so glad you're back. We like to eat out sometimes and there's nowhere to go." Janelle said. Carter wandered back to where John was working, and the women continued into the back.

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.

September 11th Cato’s point of view That weekend, it was Jessica’s 17th birthday. It, unfortunately, fell on a Saturday, meaning seeing her wouldn’t be as easy as a school day. She was still strictly forbidden from seeing me, but that wouldn’t stop me. From the grocery store, I bought the reddest strawberries I could find, chocolates and a bag of carrot flavoured chips (her favourite bizarrely).

Jonas asked, snatching the folder out of the air. - Evidence. Anne Johnson may be dead, but Bethany Carter isn't, or at least that's what the recent activity on her credit cards indicates. - Jonas frowned and quickly checked the folder. It wasn't just the credit cards that were in use, the real estate company Carter Real Estate had also opened for business.

Christian My phone vibrates inside my pocket when I'm almost done with recording the last jingle. After I had finished it, I took my phone and find Ivanna's message. I replied to her with a good night wish to prevent further conversation. The more I will talk to her, the more she will sense something wrong.

Jennifer chuckled lightly. Her reaction made Jace lean back in surprise, watching her act out of character. “Carissa is the daughter of Chairman Vale,” Jennifer stated, her tone emphasizing the name. She gestured to the empty seat. “Come, sit. You two should meet properly and talk.” As Carissa took her seat, Jace’s expression stiffened, then slowly darkened into disbelief. His brows drew together, and his lips tightened slightly as realization settled in. It was a setup. Jennifer rose smoothly, already gathering her purse.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Doesn't that woman look like a typical starlet? How much did Shawn have to shell out to get you to show up here today?" Eleanor shoved Charlie aside and stepped toward Emma. She then stared down at her and deliberately introduced herself. "Your ignorance is showing, Ms. Jillard, so I'll help you out. I'm Eleanor Carter, the head of the Carter family and the CEO of Carter Group, ranked 20th on the global rich list. "I assume you also missed the news about the Carter family's acquisition of the Fuller family a few days ago." Emma was still trying to process the news when Eleanor added, "I should also mention that Shawn and I are childhood friends. I'm

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