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.”

she answered, her chest tight from breathing little breaths of air. "Very pretty name." Carter swallowed, wiped the sweat from his forehead on his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms with popping veins. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too. Lauren said you've been working here a few months. Are you from around these parts?" Janelle asked while shoving her hands into her coat pockets. "Uh, yes. I grew up here but recently moved back from Montana." Carter stuffed his thumbs in his beltloops and shuffled his feet.

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.

“Mr. Carter. You stated that the night you met the victim that you had never seen her before.” “Correct.” “You also stated that you helped her after the break-in by trying to fix her home.” “Correct.” “Objection we are going over the same questions again.” “Mrs. Ward is there a new line of questioning here?” the judge asked. “Yes, judge. Please bear with me a moment.” The judge gave her some leeway. “Mr. Carter. What is your relationship now with the victim?” “I’m not sure?” He sounded confused himself. “Can you tell the court why.”

But she couldn’t, her entire focus was on the guy next to her who was standing in front of his aunt’s coffin with his head bowed and on the curious gazes and whispers that the pack members of the Ivory pack were directing her way. Carter ignored all the sniffs and sobbing, and even the fake laughter at the brief snippets of Jennifer’s life. He knew that his aunt was well-loved by everyone——Jennifer had always been kind, being the eldest born and everything, she was often ignored by her parents, her personality was shaped to be gentle and kind to her siblings and she was one of those few women who won his affections quickly. As he listened to Jennifer’s neighbour’s anecdote where he was telli

Both of them froze and turned toward the screen. The announcer’s voice rang clear: “An anonymous source has released evidence of popular politician David Carter’s involvement in fraud during his time as CEO of Carter Collections, before his son Preston Carter took over. There are also circulating photos and videos of David’s promiscuity with prostitutes in America. According to Senior Police Officer Akon Jake, this evidence automatically disqualifies him as a candidate in American politics.” David’s wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. His face turned pale as panic consumed him.