Novel Nick Carter Novels & Stories

For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t trembling because I was prey. I was the hunter. From my hiding spot, I spotted her. Mila. She stood by the bar in a sleek red dress, laughing too loudly, hanging on Nick’s every movement like she wasn’t the reason I had almost died. Every time someone offered their condolences, she clutched her chest and whispered about how “tragic” it was. I wanted to claw that fake sympathy off her face. But instead, I waited. Nick and Josh moved through the crowd like grieving royalty. My brother had his shoulders squared, jaw tight, playing the role of the strong Beta. Nick… his mask was better. He smiled when people spoke, nodded when they toasted him, but I saw his

He doesn’t seem to notice the extra people this morning, and his ribs have a compression bandage wrapped around them. Carter is Tempest’s IT guy, so he shouldn’t be so bruised and moving stiffly. With his mug in hand, he takes a sip with a sigh. “Best coffee ever. Way better than the black sludge Storm, Ajax, and Booker call coffee.” He takes another sip and then lifts his baby-blue eyes. “Hey, Nate’s out! Where’s the other little sociopath?” “He is in the bathroom with the new kid. Please tell me this is an instance of ‘you should see the other guy’. You like you got run over by a truck, Uncle Car,” Kassius teases, which causes Carter to laugh.

The driver looked at my face. "Carter Enterprises , please. " My Dad worked at Carter Enterprises. Nicholas Carter, the CEO of Carter Enterprises was one of top businesses in the world. It is said that the company reached heights after he took over. I had seen him twice in some magazines but can't say I haven't seen his face properly. He is too handsome to not take a proper glance. He is the perfect handsome billionaire but it can't be said if he is a playboy or not. His personal affairs haven't been the headlines often. It was a twenty minutes ride from my home . I had put on my headphones to listen to some music.

Carter Um jovem empresário muito respeitado e dono de uma grande fortuna, mas, que esconde um passado obscuro. Cresceu nas ruas e para se livrar da pobreza, entrou para o tráfico. Dono de uma reputação incomparável, porém o que ninguém imagina, é que ele possui um coração frio e amargurado pelo abandono. O ódio consome sua vida e a busca por vingança o motiva a seguir em frente, pois, não é capaz de perdoar quem lhe feriu no passado.

Clairmont too, looked like he was deeply thinking about something, so the two of us resumed our walking silently, entertaining our own thoughts. “Do this novel of yours tell anything about that girl?” I snapped out from my pondering. Buffering for a bit, I glanced up to him and shook my head a no. “Surprisingly enough, that girl never exist in the novel.” “Even though she is able to mind-control Carter and told him to walk to a certain direction?” Suddenly he snickered. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think him meeting that group of humans is a coincidence.” Now that he mentioned it…

Carter said quickly and sipped his beer. “Uh huh. After I get Dalton straight, we’ll work on your taste in women,” Goldman said. “I don’t need any help getting any, okay,” Nick stressed. “I know,” Carter began. “Since it was the sheriff’s idea, maybe he can set you up with Jackie. He is engaged to her twin.” Nick almost heaved at the idea. “Yeah, Jackie has a nice rack,” Goldman said with raised eyebrows.

“But why?” Noel stood up, standing by the window with the file in his hands. “Carter is a drug dealer right? And some of this drugs that they make needs blood so why will he get his hand dirty when he have a foolish vampire that can do it for him? At a very low cost?” He explained. Gaby drawled. “Never knew that Carter was this wise really.” He said. Noel looked at him before laughing. “Then you don’t know anything about Carter. The only way to solve this case is get to Carter, kill him and then kill Aurora.” He mumbled leaving the office and they locked it for security purpose.

I suspected he wasn't too occupied; he usually answered on the twentieth ring, always claiming he was in the middle of an investigation. ''This is L. Carter, just in case you've deleted my number from your phone...'' I said with a scoff, and his laughter from the other end made me roll my eyes. ''Broooo!'' he drew out the word, which only annoyed me further. ''What's up, bro? Haven't heard from you in a while. I bet you need something from me...'' I sighed. ''There's someone I think I know who I need to be investigated, Nick...'' I told him, and he went quiet. ''Hey, are you still there?''

He shook his head, chuckling. Exactly what Clinton said. It should be blasphemous that a sex god like me can’t even get hard. An abomination to society! “Seems like someone has you wrapped around their fingers,” he commented, seemingly amused. “I, Nikolai Carrington, won’t allow myself to get wrapped in anyone’s fingers.” “Hmmm… whatever helps you sleep at night, Niko. Whatever helps you sleep,” he chanted, full of sarcasm. Even my own dick had betrayed me.

I think about reaching over to flick the used needle away, but my eyes catch on the tattoos surrounding the metal prick. Luna. Her name is a swirl of colour in the bleak wasteland of cartel tats that proclaim my place, my superiority within the organization run by family. Los Zetas. The most feared cartel in Mexico and beyond. And I am among the elite within this vast army of underworld thugs. These marks upon my body are trophies of war, my right of passage. Lost innocence. Except for Luna. The one mark I had written over and over; on my arms, my legs, my neck and over my heart. My salvation.