Carl From Walking Dead Hat Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Carl said, and Miranda gave a nod. Carl was one of the people she trusted so much in the pack, and so she didn't care about whatever he said to her, because she knew him to be honest and truthful. "I was coming back from one of the malls, the one I had wanted to go get a designer's shirt for the alpha when I was being stopped by Vivian and her men " Carl began and Miranda and Elena listened attentively and with kin interest in his narrations.

From the bloodstain, it must be a dead body. Carl grinned widely at me as the dead body was thrown to my feet; one almost fell on me. “Although Alpha Axel can't see his darling wife, he decided that it was wrong to let you leave empty-handed and decided to give you something memorable that can help to remind you of what's going to happen to you a few days from now.” An excited chuckle left Carl's lips as he watched the horror on my face.

Then I noticed something, the same black skull tattoo on the back of all three men's left hands. Did they come from some gang? What kind of people did Carl mess with? The leader nudged Carl with his foot. "Hey. Stop playing dead. Is this the girl you told us about?" Carl sat up immediately, nodding like a damn coward. "Yeah. That's my daughter, Elena Campbell." "You sick bastard. You'd sell your own kid, huh?" the man sneered at him, then turned to glance at me. Carl squeezed his eyes shut, trembling like a leaf.

Beatrix said as both started running around the room. The door opened and Carl who was dressed in a white T-shirt and black Nike shorts came into the room. There was a bear headband on his head. "Hi, Mr Carl. Just so you know, that headband makes you look... let me not say it." Beatrix had seen Lavana's meaningful glance just now and so didn't continue with her words. Lavana walked up to Carl. "Mr Carl. I wanna thank you for your help last night. And also we made your night restless. I apologize for that." Lavana said with a smile.

He looked like a teenager. "Um, yes," Carl laughed nervously. "We were having a bit of a disagreement and I had to stop him from becoming physically violent. You know, for his own protection." "He looks scared to me," I shrugged. "He doesn't look angry at all. If he was, I'd expect you all to be the ones getting restrained." I turned to Carl with a smile. "You know, since he's the Alpha's heir, and your Alpha now that my uncle is dead."

He pointed at me first, then smiled; “You! Rise and introduce yourself.” Just as I was about to speak, the words stopped in my throat when another man walked over to me; everything about him was… unusual. First, he reminded me of that dwarf in Tangled because of how small he was, and the fact that he was entirely male besides the cloth wrapped around his waist that stopped at his knees And the tray he carried had weird… penis-shaped hats on them. “W-what are these?” I asked. “Those.” Greg was the first to answer while he walked over to pick one up. He placed it over his head, smiled at me, and replied, “Are the hats everyone must put on in the small carrots club.

I moved quickly and got right back on my feet and took a defensive stance. He threw three punches and I blocked with ease. Before he could turn or react, I striked back, punching his face. “ Easy there tiger. You don’t want me to look ugly for my fans at the ball”. A sneer plasters on his face making me roll my eyes. Carl is the gamma’s son and Darren’s gamma when my father decides to step down from his position. Carl is a down to earth kind of guy. He is about 6’3 tall, very muscular with a playboy grin always plastered on his ugly handsome face.

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed that he was The Shadow., his code n

I hear them cursing and calling for more men to follow us, but luckily, most of their forces are on the south side of the pack, too far to catch up. We reach the parking spot, but someone unexpected is waiting for us. “Rylee?” Carl looks at me like he’s seen a ghost. “Why are you here?” Carl stops his men from attacking, and Zen orders our team to stand down. Both sides are now at a standoff, hissing and growling at each other. Carl is surrounded by dozens of strong werewolves, his team outmatching Zen’s mercenaries. I know he’ll inform Alvar first. If Alvar arrives, none of us will be able to leave. Carl’s expression becomes unreadable, a sign of linking, and my heart sinks.