Mrs Cartman Novels & Stories

Mrs. Lynch said protectively, “I heard about what happened during the wedding. Linda kept spreading rumors about our daughter. She deserves it. In my opinion, Linda is a hateful person. She might’ve offended many people. The same goes for Director Cartman. He already has one foot in the grave, but he still fools around with countless women.”

She likes to wear heels. Marilyn Carter - A 45-year-old woman who has green eyes deep like leaves of a tree in the spring season. She is very polite and loves her son a lot. Drake Carter - A 24-year-old guy who is very polite and loves his brother a lot. He is a person of the average mind. Carla Pearson - A 25-year-old woman who is the daughter of the owner of the company Pearson Groups. She is beautiful but is absent-minded. She is arrogant.

’s largest shareholder? Fortunately, he had more than one son. If one had become useless, he could always move on to the next. “At the end of the day, he’s still your son, James!” Mrs. Carter screamed. “What? Are you planning to put that little mistress’s child in his place? Over my dead body!” “You’re a crazy woman.” Mr. Carter looked down at her, whose face twisted with hysteria, nothing like the woman she had been just moments ago. Irritated, he shoved her hard onto the floor and then stormed off without a backward glance.

Scarlett, There was a commotion in the corridor, and I heard people running. I sat up in bed, and I knew we were under attack. It was sudden, and I did not know what to do. Why hadn't my mates returned yet? I felt someone try my door, and when it didn't open, the person broke the lock. The man was huge, easily six feet six inches. I swallowed because his brown eyes had a murderous look in them. I did not know what to do. I wasn't a fighter.

I tried to stand. The reflex was so strong it sent pain shooting up my spine before I remembered. I stayed seated, swallowing the acid in my throat. One of the nurses opened the door for her. “Mrs. Carter,” I greeted, my voice rough. “Welcome.” She studied me a moment, then nodded. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Castellano,” she said mildly, “but I don’t believe in lying.” I almost smiled. She was exactly as Lila had described her sharp, honest, unafraid of men who thought their money could bend the world.

Before I could give the person behind the door permission the door opened and walked in no other than the devil himself. Mr. Karter Allan with an evil smirk plastered upon his face. Bloody great. "Hello Marie." Karter says as he takes a seat in front of me. "Can I help you?" I ask clearly annoyed. "Don't you think you're attitude is a little too much considering the fact that I'm your boss?" Karter asks quite calmly. "Hmm. I think my attitude is just fine." I flash a fake smile his way.

I had no fucking clue who Matthew Bryant was or what he looked like but I knew he was one of the youngest and richest CEOs in the country and the founder of BM holdings. Just like everyone else, I was eager to see him. I don't know what I was expecting, but when a fine-looking sexy gentleman stood up, I swoon. Every woman in the hall did. He was in a pair of black slim-fit pants and a white button-up shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and he had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. A rugged quiff that made him appear extra hot and a grin to wrap it up. The kind of a grin that a man pulls when he knows that every woman in the room can't stop swooning over his masculine beauty.

“Better yet, maybe I’ll hang out for a bit. She’s bound to show up eventually, isn’t she?” “Goodbye, Carter,” I clip, hating the fact that he’s here to begin with. He hates Manhattan. Says it’s too dirty and busy for his taste. Carter opens the door, his eyes scanning the room one last time before walking out. He’s almost scanned the entire room when his eyes land on Margo’s discarded sweater. Fuck. He zeroes in on it, looking from the sweater, to me, and back again. Margo continues to suck me perfectly while I see the gears in my

Her throat closed as dread filled her, and her palms became cold with sweat. “Then why—?” whispered Lucy. Right then, the obnoxious man returned and handed Lucy her cup of coffee with a sardonic bow. “Lucy, have you met Mr. Roberts?” said Pamela in a strained voice. Carter put out his hand, but Lucy was too frozen to shake it. “Carter Roberts,” he said in that annoying drawl, his eyes sparkling with what looked like triumph. “Baseball player turned executive producer, at your service.”

Just then, her assistant panicked and yelled, "Healer Petra, the patient's stopped breathing. What's going on?" Only then did they realize I was poisoned by wolfsbane. It was already so deep in my system that I was beyond saving. "Healer Petra, what do we do now?" the assistant asked, clearly flustered. Looking resigned, Healer Petra shook her head and said, "Continue the surgery. Since the patient's already dead, let's not waste the kidney." I drifted out of the operating room. Outside, Mom, Dad, and Simon were all waiting anxiously. "Why isn't the surgery over yet?" Mom asked, looking worried. "They've been in there for so long!"