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Echoes of the Heart Ch. 08 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Carter stood in his office, his gaze focused as he reviewed the documents in his hands. His assistant, a young woman with a brisk, efficient air, listened intently while he relayed his instructions. His dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, accentuating the refined angles of his face, the light glinting off his features as he spoke. He wrapped up with a smile, nodding in approval as she quickly rea

Or certificate 😂😂😂😂

Too much.

Maybe I should just send him to an asylum so we forget about him hey 😂😂😂😂 that's if you guys won't miss him. I mean, Dexter is so sweet 😍

Carter pushed the door open to his office, his steps slow, almost hesitant, as if he'd forgotten where he was. His dark hair, pulled into a high ponytail, left his face in full view, strikingly handsome yet vulnerable, every feature exposed to the world. The black shirt tucked into matching jeans, paired with white sneakers, gave him a crisp, polished look—though his mind was a tangled mess, replaying every moment from the night before. The confession. The kiss. The sleepless night that followed

Ikr... Someone needs to slap some brains in them

Carter sat slumped on the hospital bench, staring blankly ahead, his mind consumed by the horrific scene that had just unfolded. The memory of Elena collapsing into his arms, the sound of the gunshots ringing in his ears, played on an endless loop. His heart pounded angrily, each beat pushing his fear and guilt further into his chest. Why hadn’t he moved faster? Why hadn’t he been able to protect her? He felt hands rubbing his shoulders, trying to comfort him, but he was too disoriented, lo

The room was alive with vibrant energy, the soft hum of conversation punctuated by the rhythmic pulse of upbeat music. All around, elegantly dressed attendees sat in eager anticipation, their eyes fixed on the gleaming runway before them. The space itself was an artful blend of light and shadow, with beams of golden light dancing across the polished floors and glinting off the sequined fabrics of the clothing being showcased. Overhead, chandeliers cast soft glows, highlighting the exquisite atmo

Carter stood at the center of his bustling office, energy buzzing through him as he handed over some last-minute instructions to his assistant. The fashion event for their summer collection was just around the corner, and he could hardly contain his excitement. Months of work, endless hours of coordination, and sleepless nights were finally paying off. With a satisfied smile, he flipped through the last set of files, adjusting a few details. His mind was racing with the anticipation of it all—mo

Jeremy yawned as he entered the kitchen, stretching his arms overhead, but stopped mid-step when a sweet aroma filled the air. His gaze shifted toward the stove, and he froze in the doorway. Carter was standing there, busy cooking, his movements slow and deliberate, his face calm and focused. The way Carter moved—careful and graceful—somehow mesmerized Jeremy. He leaned against the doorframe, unable to take his eyes off the scene, his heart beating slowly but steadily in his chest. Carter,

Carter wandered down the street like a ghost, his steps slow and weak, barely conscious of his surroundings. The weight of his aunt’s words pressed down on him, suffocating, as they echoed mercilessly in his head: ‘The man you thought was your father wasn't really your father.’ Tears welled in his eyes as painful memories surged up, uninvited. He remembered his father—Simon—how he had smiled warmly, the way he had always been there for him, the way he had hugged him on those rare but meanin

I've no idea 😞 😞 😞 😞 I hope not because that Carter is insane, man

Carter took a deep breath, his chest tightening as his eyes locked with his aunt Sheila’s. She stood there, her tear-filled gaze mirroring the pain he felt deep within. Her presence alone seemed to reopen old wounds that had barely begun to heal. The sight of her, after all this time, made him feel like his heart was being torn apart. His throat ached, his breath shuddered, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. Without a word, Carter turned on his heel, desperate to escape the flood of emoti

As Carter stood at the edge of the hill, his breath caught in his throat. The city lights below stretched out like a sea of shimmering stars, casting a soft, golden glow over the earth. They looked like countless candles, delicately placed together on the ground, flickering gently in the distance. The sight was breathtaking, otherworldly even, and it made him feel as though he had stepped into a dream. The cool air brushed against his face, tousling his hair as he gripped the wooden railing that

Jeremy, Laura, the twins and Dexter stepped into the mansion, the usual warmth of home replaced by an eerie darkness. The grand space, typically bustling with life, now felt oddly quiet and foreboding. Jeremy furrowed his brows, a slight tension creeping up his spine. “David?” he called out to one of the workers, his voice carrying through the shadowy halls. His hand fumbled along the wall, searching for the light switch. “I’m scared, Dad,” Oliver's small voice quivered from behin