Novel Nick Carter Novels & Stories

He is only 28 years old, and he is already a billionaire. Carter Darren and Nicolette Gray; The two should not be together, and yet their attraction and desire to each other will be stronger than their reasons.

I've sculpted a character based on my boss, Jacob Carter, in my smutty novel. Jacob, who's a cold, distant, and stern man in reality, is reduced to a lovesick simp in my novel. Apparently, he's maddeningly in love with me there. But when I tender my resignation letter later on, Jacob rips it into shreds before cornering me. "Oh? Are you planning to leave now that you've finished writing that novel of yours? How dare you discard me as soon as you're done with me! What am I, a cheap escort?"

Nicco I turned the note over and looked at the other side. Other than my name, it was blank. I put the note down and thought about it. It sounded fun, almost like a fairy tale. I haven’t had a lot of fun in my life since running away and this would be a very pleasant interlude. I was a little bothered by Earl and Jase’s warning, but I didn’t pick up from Nicco that I was in any danger from him and I was usually pretty good at identifying threats. It’s a skill you pick up when you’re homeless. ‘Why not?’ I decided.

Brett and Terry weren’t up yet and I didn’t think they would be waking up soon. I took my phone and reread my chat with Nick. I couldn’t help the knot inside my stomach, the tug inside my chest, or the smile on my face. Nick was really sweet and caring and I couldn’t help falling for his charms! Argh! Damn it! Am I falling for this guy? Am I having feelings for him? And shit! Why did it have to be Nicholas Atkins? Of all guys, I had to fall for the Alpha Male who only dates sexy supermodels whose skills in the bedroom would be nothing short of superb. The playboy who always has a line of smoking hot girls hoping to catch his attention?

“Cry about it, Carl. Damn! Have you seen the way the man looks at her? Have you seen how Cathy ogles him?! Look I know where I’ve lost okay? And where Cathy and Ted are concerned I’ll just let them both decide their fate.” Trying not to think about Chase’s words about how Ted looked at her Cathy crossed her arms again. “Chase has given his word, not that I needed it. And not that I need yours, Carl because whether you like it or not I am leaving here with Theodore Cyneric. My mate.” She turned to Maggie and the two women started to leave. “Do you even know him?” Carl’s voice stopped them. “I just said his name didn’t I?” Carl waved away her intentional obtuseness. “You’ve only known this guy

Woody had no desire for fame or profit, that was why Carter got lucky and was mistakenly thought by others to have invented the antitoxin pill. Carter was the one who had been deceiving people, alright? "Norbert Clarkson, kneel before Mr. Henderson right now!" Carter's high-pitched shout came through the phone's speaker. From his voice, it was clear that he was furious. "Huh?" Norbert looked shocked. "Mr. Yost, stop joking around. Why would I kneel before a useless scammer like him?" "Are you going to do it or not? If you don't, you're disobeying me. I'll expel you from my school right away!" Carter roared again.

They looked around and found him standing facing his back to them. “Nick! You asshole! Is this time for loo? Come fast!” but Nick didn’t look back. The driver felt something off so he asked the bellicose to remove the stem as they have very little time to raid down the warehouse. All started their work meanwhile the driver went to Nick. He shook him and his body loosened down on earth and a shriek escaped which calmed down by a bullet straight on his head.

Carter said quietly. A chill ran through me. “What do you mean?” “She wasn’t helping Nick because she cared about him,” she said. “She was running an entirely separate game. Nick was just a tool to bring you all together on one game board. The words settled heavily in my chest and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I felt like I had unknowingly stepped into a room that had always been dark. “And the threatening call?” I asked carefully. My voice came out quieter than intended. “The night I came back from the hospital…”

“This entire building belongs to the Alpha, as do the grounds it stands on and the people within. And since the Alpha is your mate, whatever belongs to him also belongs to you." Carter took the journal, found a pen in a nearby desk drawer, and made up his mind to just write his journals by hand instead, like a caveman. Or like someone trapped in a cult compound with no access to technology, since Dallas wouldn’t let him have a phone or a laptop or anything. Someone had to document all this, and who better to do that than Carter himself? He chuckled to himself, despite how ridiculous this all was. Maybe in the future, after he finally got out, he could do a documentary about this strange clus

It came together fast, clean, professional, exactly the kind of piece my editor expected. Then I got to the part about the crashed file, the night in the library, the snow. Carter's dedication extends beyond the ice. During a recent library visit, he spent hours helping rebuild a corrupted research project rather than leave a friend stranded, deliberately setting aside a personal call to do so. I reread the line, and something about it felt wrong. Too warm. I kept going anyway. He talks about the game with an ease that fades the moment his father's name comes up, though he was quick to redirect the conversation, clearly more comfortable discussing plays than pressure.