Novel Nick Carter Novels & Stories

Finally, I focus on my file, I really want to forget about this meeting. As I work, a familiar voice comes to my ears. I raise my head a little and look at the person. Darren is at our office, all smiles. He’s talking to Roxanne, which makes me smile. Except that Darren notices me and smiles at me. “Hi miss, are you new here?” “Yes.” “I’m Carter Darren, CEO of this company. And you?” “Nicolette Gray, head of my little office.” “Glad to meet you, Nicolette.”

He has summarised what he thinks I am in a heartbeat. Alexi Carrero is a predator in expensive tailoring and smiles, yet he has the black soul of someone who has killed without remorse. I know his family's body count must be immense by now, being four or five generations of underhand dealings and back-alley negotiations. They are infamous for who they are, even if some of them have turned legitimate and steer clear of the crime world publicly.

he said, his attempt at politeness grating. I didn’t move, just shifted my eyes to his hand and back to his face, making it clear I had no intention of shaking it. He withdrew it awkwardly and stood there, stiff. I walked to the table in the center of the room, ignoring his nervous movements as he turned to face me. “Name’s Carter,” he said, his voice low and firm, no trace of hesitation. “I’m new to these parts. Spent my time running things back in Texas—kept it clean, sharp, and profitable. But Los Angeles? Different beast. Thought it was time to expand.”

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Alright, let me take your bag," Nick said as he took her bag luggage. Afterwards, they both headed to where Nick parked his car. Not long after, they arrived at Nick's place. After he parked his car, Carol couldn't help but notice how secured his placewas. She could spot a CCTV camera in almost every corner of the building as they're going inside of the elevator. Seeing her reaction, Nick asked with concern, "You okay..?" "Ahm, yes…" she replied while nodding her head. Suddenly she felt Nick hold her hand. "From now on, this is gonna be your place; our place," Nick said sweetly. "Thank you," Carol simply replied though she was currently having mixed emotions. She's happy but at the same time

before he could complete his statement, he was pushed aside by someone coming into the room. Evans' cousin. I groaned, the hell is he doing here? Nick looked annoyed. Already due to that one certain call, I could feel the anger radiating off him in waves. "What are you doing in my cabin, Luke?" Mr Carter chuckled but it was full of mirth and not amusement. His eyes were dark, almost black. "Oh come on Nicolas, you can chill out a little man. I was just here to have a little chat." He gave me a long look and I felt my face go numb. I didn't like the way he looked at me."Didn't know you'd the treasure over here."

Carter’s head as he watched Shirley’s actions, and he felt very pissed off in his heart. He suddenly regretted agreeing with Shirley’s condition. His plan had been so flawless. Didn’t he steal Lillian from Fabian just so he could seek revenge on Jeremy? However, what was this? He came to the balcony feeling irritated. He then lit a cigarette and started smoking. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the lonely night view. Suddenly, he started chuckling at himself. Carter Gray had been the noble Viscount of St. Piaf, but now he was reduced to this.

The kind who smoothed over the gaps, who anticipated needs, who made our life look effortless from the outside. The screen was already awake when I sat down. His email was open, which wasn't unusual. Carter never logged out of anything, never worried about privacy because why would he? He owned three homes, a hedge fund worth nine figures, and apparently my complete trust. The preview pane showed his inbox and I wasn't reading it, not really, just scrolling to find his Seamless app when I saw the subject line: "Saturday night… you're an animal."

This means that he still surprises the proud of Brighton boy. The young man wrote instructions to Russell quickly, then drove his favorite van. *** Nicko stopped his white van in front of a luxury car dealership and watched it closely. With no hesitation, he descended and look inward. Same as it always was, his untidy appearance caused rumors and suspicion. Again, he had to get the terrible experience because no one greeted him. He heard insults instead. “When a luxury car dealer turned into a social home,” one of them sneered. Nicko said nothing to the on duty shopkeeper who said that on purpose. His primary purpose here was to observe what kind of business Nate Brighton ran, so he got. bla

I grabbed it, seeing my private investigator’s name on the screen. “Check your email,” he said without preamble. The line went dead before I could respond. I sat back at my desk, opened my laptop, and clicked on the new message sitting in my inbox. The subject line was simple but ominous: Nathan Carter – Background Check. I clicked on it, and as I read through the details, my irritation transformed into something darker, more suspicious. Nathan Graham had been an orphan, just like Dominic and Raina. He had grown up in the same orphanage as them.