Novel Nick Carter Novels & Stories

Book 3: A Surprise Celebration December 20th Carter Weaver woke before dawn but lay still. His eyes closed, he concentrated on feelings around him. His legs were entangled with soft, smooth skin he'd kissed all over a few hours before. The scent of sex and gardenias wafted in the air. Both fragrances he appreciated. His life had changed so much since he met Janelle Franklin. She'd given him a life, a reason to settle down and even want children.

“Okay, here’s the truth. There are only a few things I like more than ice cream. Books, coffee, Coco and Gabe, and… a very tiny handful of people.” Nathan’s eyes widened. He hesitates, tilting his head. “The people?” Carter counts them off casually: “Aunt Mera, Rachel, Luca…” Nathan interrupts, voice shaky, hesitant. “What about me, Carter? Do you like me more than ice cream?” Carter doesn’t flinch. “Are you kidding? You beat salted caramel. My favorite flavor. Easily.” And just like that, I believe him. Entirely. No bravado, no half-measures. Carter Blake is genuinely good. Honest. Solid. A rare kind of human being that makes the world feel less jagged.

The wine is light, barely noticeable, but it helps ease the dryness in my throat. For a moment, the air feels calm. Then the sound of a car approaching breaks the quiet. Jacob turns slightly toward the driveway. I follow his gaze. A dark car drives through the gates and slows to a stop near the glass house. My attention sharpens immediately. The door opens. A man steps out, and I recognize him at once. The Journalist, Zack Carter. Nicholas steps closer to me, lowering his voice. “He is here.” He walks with steady steps, though the tension in his shoulders is obvious even from a distance.

Yeah He laid his head on the edge of my bed Close to my hand I didn’t move it Just let it rest there Aria he said What if this is it What if we never get real names again Then we make these real he said Aria Bennett She’s tough She survives Nico Carter He protects He doesn’t run I turned on my side Facing him What if I’m bad at it What if I mess up You won’t How do you know Because you’re here And you didn’t break And you’re still talking to me That’s strong I didn’t say anything Just reached down And touched his hair Once He didn’t pull away Goodnight Aria Bennett he said Goodnight Nico Carter I said Morning came at 6am Loud alarm Lights on Agent Collins was waiting With coffee And a test P

I watch Jas glare at him. “I give good hugs! Anyways, Claire - this is my uncle and the infamous Nathan Carter.” He stands to shake my hand but I give my left hand as my right is disfigured. He takes it in his and kisses the top of my hand. “Nice to finally meet you. Jas has always spoken so highly of you and I saw your designs - very unique and innovative!” He compliments with a smile before sitting again. “Nathan Carter? You own one of the top construction companies in the country! I read about your work on this year’s architectural success column.” I had always admired his innovative building.

They were pieces on his chessboard, working day and night so Carter Automotive Hub could dominate every road, every showroom, every glossy magazine cover. “Good afternoon, Mr. Carter,” a chorus of voices rang as I crossed the lobby. I nodded at them. “Good afternoon, Jeremy.” I knew who that was before I looked. It was Tessa, a two-year old recruit who had severally tried to communicate her feelings for me before—through numerous eye contacts, exaggerated warmth thrown my way during past meetings, and worse, she had written a letter and tucked it into my jacket’s pocket before. She was brave, I gave her that.

“North, you can’t just… forget it. I’ll apologize on your behalf.” Then, she looked at Johnny. “Please don’t be angry, Mr. Carter. North just tells it like it is. She didn’t mean it.” With Nelly offering a way out of his humiliation, Johnny scoffed. “For Nelly’s sake, I’ll choose not to argue with you!” Nelly smiled before placating North, “North, Mr. Carter may not be as famous as Mr. Sullivan is, but he’s still a prominent figure in the design industry. He’s the best person I could find for you.”

This nickname was suited from Vexon's mouth only. "You better behave, lady. You don't know me." "Well, then introduce yourself and leave my chin, for God's sake!" But he didn't leave it, rather he started stroking it. "You're such a beauty. Fuck!" I wanted to spit on his face. But his stinky breath really stopped me from opening my mouth. I didn't want him to breathe in me. "Well, I'm the to be Mafia king of the Aconites. I'm Carter Cowell," he introduced himself, confusing me more.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

There were rumors that sometimes he slept at the office. His long strides carried him faster before anyone could interrupt, and soon he was seated in his black car. His driver, accustomed to him closing late, was nowhere to be found. Nick checked his watch and sat himself in the driver's seat. He remained calm as his leg pressed on the accelerator, overtaking a series of cars until his car stopped directly in front of Nicro Industries. He bit his lips. What could Nita be doing at Nicro Industries as soon as she arrived in the state? Was she looking to secure a job?