Novel & Cerita Novel Nick Carter

Chatrine muttered quickly. She nodded to herself as if confirming a legal document. “It’s just… a temporary biological reaction. Nothing more.” Silence. Two seconds later, she exhaled sharply. “Oh God… I don’t even believe myself.” The car continued through the narrow Canterbury roads. And for the first time in her life, Chatrine Madison was doing something with no logic, no ambition, no measurable success— Only a man. A rough-handed carpenter with a dangerous stare who had broken her sense of professional stability without even trying.

He said sarcastically. Okay, maybe he is right. "How did I not recognize you? Your face is all over the magazines and..." I trailed off. Carter Automobiles is a well know car dealer in New York City. His designs are always top notch and well too expensive for people like myself to purchase. The last car he designed was a bomb. The media went crazy over it and well let us just say he and his car design was the hot topic in the whole of New York for like a month.

He was already sitting beside her. It was then Nikka infuriated, “Why are you here?! Who permits you to come here?! This is my place!” But like deaf, he seemed didn't hear what Nikka has said. His jade-green eyes were glued on the cover of the book she was reading, then replied in the different subject. “Wow!!! You also read the novel 'I Can See It!' It was one of my favorite mystery book! I'm a huge fan of its author with the pen name 'Crossfinger'. And I've already read all of his books. Wow, I didn't expect you to read this. What volume are you? I'm in the latest volume.” He said merrily, even his eyes were sparkling happily.

Glad to announce that the second book My Roomie under the “My” Series will be starting from the next chapter. Below is a little introduction to the next book: Ellis Carter has exactly four problems. He’s broke. He’s overworked. He’s sleep deprived. And his apartment just burned down. Now he’s stuck sharing a room with Julian Cross, Beaumont University’s untouchable golden boy. They clash. They argue. They drive each other insane. Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else.

Raven now remembered when she heard about the plans Carlos had for her and Nicky. Then she had grabbed Nicky and ran. They hid for the last ten years as they had moved all over and now,`time was running out. Carlos had come here looking for Nicky. He’d come right into the den of the Russian Bratva, looking for her brother. He was either an idiot or he was finally showing his contempt for the Russian Bratva, thinking no one would touch him here.

Normally, I wouldn’t even remember my previous address. “Why do you ask?” he taunted. I was going to break his nose, too, and that was going to be a shame because he was the guy who stitched people up usually. “Why are you not fucking answering?” I raised my voice. Carter was a Savage, but he wasn’t a savage, if you catch my drift. He was a badass, sure, but not as aggressive and nasty as Derek and I were, unless you really pissed him off. But make no mistakes. He was the quiet sociopath who was more dangerous than all of us combined.

Dark coat. Tired eyes. And in his hand— An old photograph. The man's gaze immediately landed on Emma. "You must be Emma Parker." Emma's heart skipped. "Who are you?" The stranger stepped inside. "My name is Victor Reynolds." Noah folded his arms. "And why are you here?" Victor looked at Sophia. Then at Emma. Then sighed. "Because Liam Carter is running out of time." The room fell silent. Emma stood up. "What do you know?" Victor held up the photograph.

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.

"No. It's not exactly in keeping with the serious Alpha image." For the first time in years, I found myself genuinely smiling at him. "Your secret's safe with me." The moment hung between us, fragile and new. Then Jackson stirred, blinking awake with the alertness of a born predator. "Your Silver Star? Think Dean and Carter are going to have a heartache, both of them don’t know how to shut up about your novels when you only upload like three chapters at a time at most.” I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Dean and Carter read my novels? The same guys who couldn't stop calling me a stray?"