Mrs Cartman Novels & Stories

Carter looked at her, clearly betrayed, “You’re not helping, mom.” “Oh, I think I’m helping quite a lot,” She replied with a wink. Carter sighed, turning back to me, “Fine. You can stay. But behave.” I saluted him, “Yes, sir! I promise to be the very model of decorum.” As the meeting resumed, I took a seat, casting mischievous glances at Carter every chance I got. He was clearly on edge, and I couldn’t help but enjoy every minute of it. “So, how did you two lovebirds meet?” Mrs. Lancaster asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Mrs Carter clears her throat, "to family and a wonderful evening." She gave me a look. I return it with one of my own. If these people think I would allow them to punk me out, they have another thing coming. "So Mrs Carter, what kind of work do you do?" Micheal turned his attention to me, ignoring the conversation that was going on. "I'm into Real Estate." I said. He gave me an impress look. "Scoring big little brother." He winked at me, then sipped his wine. I didn't miss the look on their mother's face, when Micheal called me Mrs Carter. And I could sense the bullshit coming.

Anna’s eyes blurred, and only the blurry image of her mother remained in her mind. On the bed, Mrs. Cart was resting. With each breath, her chest rose and smashed down. Her eyes were closed, below the black eye bags that had not disappeared, and her cracked lips were extremely white. Every single strand of her black and white hair hung loosely over her thin shoulders. Mrs. Cart’s yellow skin made her sicker. Although she was less than forty, her face and body were extremely old, compared to her husband sitting next to her. Anna’s father, Richard, was resting in a chair with his eyes closed. His hair was disheveled, and he looked even more tired than his ill wife, Mrs. Cart.

--- MASON How much longer did I have to sit here and pretend I didn’t want to put a bullet through their heads? I sat at the long conference table, jaw tight, watching the three Carters across from me act like they still held all the cards. The eldest, Vincent Carter, leaned back in his chair with the kind of lazy arrogance only old money and older blood could produce. His two sons flanked him—one smirking, the other already looking bored. They’d been stringing this deal along for months. Every meeting ended the same way: more conditions, more insults disguised as “concerns,” more reminders that the Sinclair name still carried a certain… reputation in Dakota.

Damon's pov I looked at the picture my P. A gave me. She is still alive but looks different, in a good way. It has been 12 years now and I've finally found her. 'Have you found her location yet?' I asked 'yes' he said. 'Ok, let's go'. Let me introduce myself. I am Damon Gonzales, a very rich and popular business man, I've got the looks, money and all exactly why I have got girls running after me but the only one in my heart is my darling charlotte. Ok that all about me.

Arnold held her in his arms as she cried. "But she is here with us, and that's all that matters," Arnold said, kissing her forehead. Just then, the door swung open, and Chris Carter walked in, his face as stern as always. He was handsome yet arrogant, with a tall, athletic build and chiseled features - six-pack abs, toned muscles, and pink lips that contrasted with his piercing eyes. His well-built physique matched his confident demeanor, but his arrogance could be off-putting.

I try to show disinterest and sit back down in my chair. "So the women at Ryan's company don't need to lose hope then." "Does that include you?" "No. Mr. Kindness is not my type. I don't like wonderful and sexy billionaires." She pretends to dismiss it. "Sexy?" I raise an eyebrow. "No. I mean extremely sexy." We laugh together until we hear someone clearing their throat behind us. "Miss McCartney, I believe you have work to do." How did we not see him coming? He watches us with a scowl and arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his office door.

Nathan asserted and Nolan shook his head. “Darius Cartwright is an old vampire and at least” he paused briefly as he counted his fingers. Frustrated with himself he said, “Older than dirt!” Watching them acting like goofballs I giggled and grew curious about this vampire. When the lean tall man walking next to Johnathan dressed in all black leather entered the living room he took off his helmet and my eyes widened. “Wow,” my mom muttered and I just glanced over at my mates not wanting them to feel inferior to the beautiful person standing there before us all.

Mr Carter began making Andrews and Ethan raise an eyebrow "Before I met Olivia's mother, I was a con artist, just like Mr Green," Mr Carter said and Andrews and Ethan's jaw dropped.

A message from Mother. "Watched the livestream. Proud of you." I smiled and typed back: "Just getting started." Because Allen Carter had no idea what he had just unleashed. He thought he was dealing with Emma Clark, the woman he could use and discard.