Carl From Walking Dead Hat Novelas e Histórias

“But my training is lame. Your love life, or lack thereof, is totally cool. I prefer talking about you.” I turned to Carl and sighed. We had gotten close in the months that he had been part of the pack, and i did consider him a good friend. He was likeable, and i had seen the scars that covered his body, which had occurred prior to his transition, and those hadn’t healed. At first, i thought Carl had been a spy, only he hadn’t. “You need to have an alphess.” I burst out laughing. “An alphess? What the hell is that?”

I smirk at Bill. “Yeah, yeah, he can have the job too,” Bill teases me. We all laugh and finish up for the day. “I’ll drive, Alpha,” Carl tells me. “Wow, Carl,” Lynn says, slack jawed. “You know out of Gamma workout clothes you look amazing.” I look over at Carl. He is very blonde with dark blue eyes. He is built like a warrior, only slightly bigger. He is wearing a nice, tailored suit. “Thank you, Luna,” Carl says, with his face squished up.

There was murmuring and indistinct chatter amongst the small crowd, sounding like insect trilling. Suddenly Carl walked in and reduced in pace on seeing the sullen looks on everyone's face. "Hey"he drawled and rolled his eyes. " Hey Carl, welcome man" Brad smirked. He arose from his divan and hugged Carl and patted his back. Carl was wearing a blue suit and black shoes. He wore no shirt inside and so his broad chest protruded. "So what is it? I came here as soon as I got the call"he said and quickly picked a glance at me. My face was firm and frowned.

Carl slowly turned and looked at Vicky as she giggled with dreamy eyes. "Are you fantasizing about that dork in my presence?" "Does that make you jealous?" Vicky asked, wearing a smirk. "Just because he's got a husky voice, broad shoulders, a nicely trimmed facial hair sitting on his chiseled jaws, and has a manly appeal, doesn't make him better than me." "Seems like you're falling for him." "Fuck, no!" Carl made an irritated face. "I hate his guts. I always hated his pompous ass. Now more than ever," Carl fumed. "That murderer should not be breathing the same air we breathe," Carl gave voice to his deep-seated hatred.

"Who's that?" Carl emerged from the shadows in a monochrome striped suit. Everyone was startled when he walked out coldly like the devil. The Walkers' bodyguards immediately greeted their boss in relief, while the Ithanian Mafia paled and exclaimed, "The high and mighty Mr. Walker actually pulled a sneak attack? Wasn't it too pathetic of him?" "Is that so?" Carl coldly chuckled as he looked at the Walkers' bodyguards on the ground. Many of them were knocked out, which was out of his expectations.

Smith even thought their boss had been possessed—such terrifying, mysterious Eastern power! Carl stood up from the executive chair, dressed in black trousers and a black shirt with the collar slightly undone. From across the screen, his aloof and handsome features looked even more striking: "Go ahead."

Carl slapped his bald head, then slurped his beer before rubbing his stomach. "I've not had a special run with women, I'm afraid. Most of them hate me because I love booze, and I can't help it. Like, can't two legends co-exist? I need booze to function, and you need me. If we move in the right direction, we're going to be creating something huge." I laughed. He made absolutely no sense. But that was Carl for you. He literally said nothing, but it was so funny because of his baldness and the stomach he had gotten from drinking too much beer.

I spent my Winters learning how to tend to wounds from my mother and now I took pride in showing off my skills whenever the men came back from the wars. As I approached the lake where the young pack members always stood around swimming and having fun, I heard Carl's deep voice as he talked and laughed with his friends. Carl was one of the young werewolves who protects the pack's territory whenever the older men went for war. He was tall and well built around his chest and arms, his curly brown hair doing justice to his green eyes. I'd have found him incredibly beautiful if he wasn't such an asshole all the damn time. I'd probably run off from this pack if I woke up one day and found out that