Novel & Cerita Jayden Carter

Jayden barked coldly and, to affright in the car, increased. Jayden happens to be the first child of a trillionaire. They were not the richest, but rich enough to shake any nation and were well-respected. Jayden was always a sinful, impish man, he cared about no one except for two women he loved so much. One was his mother and the other he longed to see.

Carter is next while I dress in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, which I stole from one of them at one time. I go to my father's room to dig out clothes, finding pajama pants and t-shirts for all of my boys. When I exit, I have Carter and JT standing in front of me in nothing but towels wrapped around their waists. They are both tall with lean muscles. JT is the closest to my height, stopping at five foot ten. He was the tallest, just not anymore. Damn, they have gotten hot! Both of them have a rough dusting of hairs on their faces. Carter's brown hair is hanging in his face, while JT's dark blonde hair is slicked back away from his.

Especially the nobility he had, as if it was natural for him, because he had grown up in the upper circles for a long time. Still, Carter thought he might be overthinking as it was too good to be true. Carter was aware of and knew all of the celebrities in the upper circle of Monroe City. Yet, as he was staring closely at Jared, he could tell he didn't belong to the upper circles of Monroe City. He knew he couldn't be wrong. Carter thought, 'So this person in front of me must be pretending, huh!' With those thoughts lingering in his mind, Carter glanced at Jared's cold face again with disdain.

He opens his arms and Jenna runs to greet him. Carter was her second best friend after Esther. He always took care of her. And even though he had to transfer schools, he always messaged her on social media to ask how she was doing. "How are you, Jenna?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "I'm good. How are you?" Jenna asks, smiling broadly and showing her pearly white teeth. Carter's hair is dark brown, almost black with a touch of silver. He's always dressed neatly and coolly, typical of young people.

' He ordered a water. "Yes, my best friend!" Jayden looked relieved but took a long sip from his glass. Slowly we warmed up to each other and talked about all sorts of things. He talked about his life since the band became more famous, that there was a lot of downsides and listened intently to me when I talked about my last four months in Australia. I now knew more about this beautiful young man who could make my heart race with just a small smile. Jayden is 20, mainly plays drums in the band, but can also play many other instruments such as guitar and piano and even supports Craig in singing. He told me that he never wanted to be in this band, but a friend of Craig's left a year ago to star

She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!” “Jace Carter?” “He’s the school’s star player. He made the dean’s list. He’s almost taken us to the championship. You just called him a loser!!!” ****** Jace Carter, also known as the “ice dragon” on the field, prominent for his skills of being a beast and the number one athlete of Blake University. I let out a deep breath as Mary Jane laid out the basics to me on the school’s book guide an hour later, glossing over his picture which managed to get a whole page dedicated to him, my anger not subsiding any minute.

“One hour reminder for Miss Ford’s collaboration launch.” Carter closes his eyes briefly. “Shit.” I almost laugh. He exhales quietly. “I thought I was done for the day.” Jessica gives him a knowing look before leaving again. The door closes. Carter rubs his jaw lightly. “I can’t miss this one.” “Your sister’s event?” “Yes. I’ve already missed enough of them.” His voice lowers slightly. “Courtney would probably kill me herself.” Courtney Ford. Right. The famous sister.

He flicks the ash of his cigarette before smirking, “Same look I used to see in my mom’s eyes when I was growing up.” A sharp pang hits my chest. But I say nothing. How the hell does this guy I just met know exactly what’s eating me alive? "By the way am Jaxon Carter, if you like you can call me Jax," he says shifting the topic Yeah, I know. Jaxon Carter. MVP quarterback. The all-American golden boy turned tabloid scandal. “I’m Sienna,” I mutter, forcing my lips into something that resembles a smile. “Sienna Blake.” “So Sienna, what brings you out here for an early-morning breakdown?,” he drawls, leaning back against the wall.

God, I’m an idiot. -------- As I enter the band room, I walk past Carter and a group of his friends. He is so freaking hot. The height of 90s fashion with his short, dark russet hair gelled to the side, a white “A”-shirt under an unbuttoned blue and white checked shirt and JNCO jeans. He’s tall, 6 feet. Making him 6 inches taller than me. Carter is lean, with a muscular build from track and tennis. His slate gray eyes shine as he laughs at a joke that Patrick (dickhead) made. I can smell his cologne as I start to pass the group to get to the instrument room. *Fuuu-uuuck* this guy just did it for me.

I chuckle and turn around. " Yeah , yeah , i get it. Kennedy gift it to me on my last birthday. I sorta liked it." He smiles and turns around. There's a ghetto like picture at the back. It's just a head shot and he's got Arabic tattoos on his neck and a stick of cigarette on his mouth. Carter is spelt on top of the picture. Its beautiful and I bet that picture is kinda Gray. Gray turns around and shrugs. " She's a psycho." He says.