Jenn Carter Novels & Stories

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."

Three years later, Carter Holdings had become one of Europe's most respected healthcare companies. Its community programmes operated across several countries. Its employee satisfaction ranked among the highest in the industry and at the centre of it all was Elena Carter. She was no longer introduced as “The former wife of Adrian Carter." She was simply, Elena Carter. Chairperson. Business leader. Philanthropist. Grace entered smiling. “You have five minutes before the charity gala." Elena laughed. “You've been saying that for ten years."

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Carter said, his voice edged with amusement, "congratulations to the bitch and her playdate on their engagement." "What?" Jenna's voice cracked with shock, and I finally turned around, stepping closer to Carter—close enough that his hand never once left my waist. Jenna looked appalled. "Did you just call me a bitch?" Carter tilted his head and gave her the fakest pout I'd ever seen. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I not obvious enough, darling?" His smile widened, cruel and sweet. "Tell me, do you see any other bitch in this house?"

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.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

Just as I was about to respond, I heard another voice on the line—it was Wendy's sister, Jenny. "Wendy, can you just give me a straight answer? Are you going to make peace with Carter or not?" "You again?" Wendy replied, sounding irritated. "Why are you so invested in Carter? Did you date him or something?" "Ugh, please! As if I'd date a womanizer like him!" "Womanizer? Has he been with a lot of women?" "Yeah, he's dated plenty..." Jenny suddenly realized she'd said too much and quickly added, "Why should I tell you?"

I punch him in the arm and, being the nice guy that he is, pretends that I actually hurt him. Daniel Jay McCowan's lean body stand about five foot ten; his tendons frequently stretching over his muscles. He was our high school's running back, probably would have gone to college on scholarship had he not injured his shoulder senior year. His dusty brown hair always tends to flop in front of his face when he moves, and his green eyes have always had a glint of mischief in them. All that, combined with Audrey's fiery personality and my willingness to go along with all their schemes, and we were always getting ourselves into trouble.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Of course there had to be a good show for the public to watch. Jennie, the CEO of one of the best entertainment agencies, GoodLife agency and the second daughter of Sabastian Wilson, was seated in her office, scrolling through her phone, she couldn't believe that the limelight would be taken away from her so easily. For four years now, she had ruled the entertainment news with her outstanding performance as the CEO and now. And now just our of nowhere, the big boss and this Teresa of a girl has taken the limelight from her and worst of all, they weren't even in the industry.