Mrs Cartman Novels & Stories

“Yes, Ma’am.” The receptionist was about to leave, but a man approached us. It looks like this is Tristan Carter. Looking at him in person, he is more handsome in person than in pictures. He doesn’t have any bad angles. His veins are attractive and for sure, behind the chef clothes he is wearing, he has six-pack abs. “What’s the problem here?” Oh, he has a sexy voice. Tristan Carter gape at me. “What do you need, Miss?” “It’s Mrs,” I corrected. “Mrs. Hart. Lance’s wife.” I add.

He fondled her face. “Mrs. Carter is going to be mad.” Nina threw glares at both of them, interrupting them as she approached the fridge. The woman who yelled at them was Mrs. Carter. She wasn't their boss, but she was superior. “No romance in my kitchen!” Mrs. Carter exclaimed and Nina held back the laugh that almost escaped her lips. “She is a freak.” Nina added. “I heard that Richard.” Mrs. Carter glared at her and Nina's eyes widened while Amaya rolled her eyes as she left with Colby.

Now I was going to climb into a car full of strangers who probably smelled like deodorant, energy drinks, and misplaced confidence. I grabbed my bag, inhaled deeply, and stepped out of my room. Mrs Carter gasped dramatically. “Let me see you!” She inspected me like I was about to walk on a runway, then clapped. “Pretty!” “ohhh Mrs Carter please,” I whispered. “If he misbehaves,” she added loudly, “tell me,I still have strength in my hands and I can still remember how to box.” “mrs carter” I groaned. Laughter drifted from outside. Great,they probably heard that.

Mrs Carter asked as soon as we returned to the living room. Caramel and her daughter were nowhere to be found, they probably left in anger and Mr Glenn seems to be in a meeting with Mr Carter earlier. He probably left with his family. “ It wasn't that bad, Thanks for hosting us, mom.” I said with a smile while she pulled me into a hug. “ Hey, what about me?” Mia came out of nowhere and we all burst into laughter. The Carters might seem like an ancient and Dark family but unfortunately they were actually warm people.

“Good to know. Coach has been asking for you since we got back. You've been ignoring the old guy.” I sighed. “I'm not ready to answer his questions.” Speak of the devil. Coach Martin walked in, hands in his brown shorts. He was a middle-aged gay man who took wearing shorts too personally. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen him in actual trousers. The boys stood up and stopped their chit-chat. Some acted like they were busy before. “Carter, I need to see you.” He pointed at me. Ronnie curled his brows at me, giving me that ‘I told you so’ look.

Wanting to see him, I head towards his door. As I get closer, I notice the door is slightly open. As I was about to make my presence known, I heard a familiar voice. Margie. And Elder Timothy. “Carter, you cannot have a mate running around outright attacking others,” Timothy says as Margie sniffles as if she has been crying.

As part of establishing good relations, the Carter family gave a position to Merry. From the start, Merry's reason for occupying the position was clear, namely to win the heart of J. Carter. Marriage to J. Carter certainly brought business benefits to the Smith family. On the one hand, J. Carter was a handsome billionaire who was an expert in controlling companies through his position as CEO of Graham Corporation in the holding company.

“Take care, and try not to get lost again. Wouldn’t want you wandering into any more strange offices.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. With a final nod, I turned and walked away. *** The room was warm, sunlight streaming through the blinds. I leaned against the counter, smiling down at Mrs. Carter, a woman in her late sixties who was sitting on the examination table. She had come in for her routine check-up, and as always, she had stories to tell. “…and then he said, ‘I can’t believe you actually bought another plant. We barely have space for the couch!’” Mrs. Carter said, laughing as she waved her hands animatedly.

on her way out. She got to the living room and met Jonathan passed out on the couch, a piece of the popcorn in his mouth as he slept while the bucket of popcorn laid on his stomach and most of them covered his stomach. She covered her mouth with her hands as she giggled at the sight before, Alan came out pouting but when he saw Jonathan he had the same reaction.

“You'd be right about that. I'm the owner of the ranch, as well as many other things. You may call me Mr. Carter. So I've been watching you for some days now, and you seem to be a fine young man. Hardworking and respectful. I like that. You go to school?” “Yes sir.” “That's nice. You said chemistry was your best subject, huh? I've seen some of your school books laying around after you go back home. I think you might be right about your love for chemistry. You did perfectly well in all your schoolwork." "Yes sir. I love everything about it. The practical and every other aspect." Austin gushed, going on to give a lengthy speech about chemical reactions and whatnot. The old man watched him keen