Novel Nick Carter Novels & Stories

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.

I turned around and saw one of King Nicholas' men who was present at the courtroom on that day. He is tall and bulky. He had dark brown hair which reached down to his chin. He was good looking too, but nothing compared to King Nicholas. Did I really say that? Ugh! Stupid brain. I smiled and said "Oh okay! Thank you" "It's my pleasure, your Highness. I'm Carter Hunt, the right hand of King Nicholas and his very good friend" he grinned at me. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hunt. I'm Isabella Rosette Campbell"

She waved her hands frantically, her pulse spiking for another reason altogether now, and opened her mouth to try and take back all the words, but Carter wasn’t listening. “We’ve got Darius Carathurs,” he said, holding out his hand as if a tiny little Darius Carathurs was sitting on his palm. “So what we need is someone opposite to him. An everyday kind of man. Someone our readers can identify with. Darius has a wallet bulging with cash, despite his bad behavior in the press, so what we need is to somehow imitate the same style we give Darius but on a budget, something our readers could go out and buy without stinging their hip pockets.” “No,” Liam was saying before Carter had even stopped s

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

"Aunt Iris and Uncle Garett are going to the BookNerds Café and, of course, Travis, Aidan, and Azul are with them as well." Cassandra's eyes instantly sparkled with delight from what she heard from Sky. Aunt Iris is like a second mother to her. Like her Mom, she was also a vampire. Her Aunt Iris was once a human but was eventually converted. BookNerds Café is located in SeventhStone and it was her Aunt Iris' very first Café before she decided to set up a branch in the Ambrose territory where they live. BookNerds Café in SeventhStone is currently run by her aunt Cross who was the wife of her Uncle Finn, his Daddy’s Beta.

"For what?" I met his gaze. "For whatever he does next." Because Nathan Carter was many things. A manipulator. A tyrant. A man who would rather burn everything to the ground before letting someone else take it from him. And if he wasn’t running— Then he was about to retaliate.

he said soberly “You are welcome” “Goddd! Can't believe I would have been dead now” he chuckled “Thank you, I really appreciate” “Come on detective…” “Decker, call me Decker” he interrupted “You know you are like that girl in the series, Eleven. The moment I was up in the air by that, uhm, what's he name Caterer” “Carter, mum called him Carter” “Yep, whatever. you were like, Get away from him you douchebag”

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.

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