Carl Gallagher นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked Harry to find information on the person, I beat that night and just like the genius he is, he found me all the information, in just one day. Carl Houston was a third degree criminal with a white collar, supported by the powerful people. When I found out, I really wanted to know why Celeste decided to work for him. I asked Harry to find information about it as well, but he couldn't find anything. Maybe thats what made me freeze on my spot and listen to their conservation.

Reilly growls. They know each other. Cal, the bow welder and possibly my savour's jaw clenches tightly. Whatever relationship they have, it can't be very good... "Didn't think we would have to see each other again," the man muses. Instantly, I'm faced with an accent I've never heard in my life. It's so exotic, the way it melts smoothly together, curving around your senses with a quiver. "And in such an unfortunate place," Reilly muses.

I’ll figure out something. As if Bethany could read my mind, I hear the beep of my phone. I lean over and lay the case file down on the floral-patterned tiles of the bathroom floor, then sit myself up and reach up to the counter, where I had placed my cell. I flip it open, and sure enough, there’s a text from Miss Happiness 2016: “On my way! CU soon, GF!” “Fucking hell,” is what I want to say, but even though I’m alone I need to start getting into character. So, instead, I say, “Captain Hammer’s nipples,” and pull myself out of my bath.

“You have saved me, Your Highness.” Stefan bowed low. “My daughter will never forget this night. So, the information you require in exchange for your service tonight.” As the taxi passed through the city, I gazed at the documents. The documents that included my father’s address. Or at the very least, his last known address. And because my life was absurd, Connor Gallagher just so happened to be living in Dublin, Ireland. What an asshole. He was right under our noses the entire time.

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

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.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

She tried to call his attention, she called his name several times but he didn't bulge, she waved her hands in front of him, but nothing from him. "Wait" Austin raised his hands at Nala, making her stop. He looked again and that was Tasha raging and charging towards him, her eyes sparkling dangerously, her steps like soldiers marching for battle. She didn't have that walking step of hers that was classy and she took her time as she calculated her step with every second her feet hit the ground. She was an angry bull coming to kill him.

"Are you not mad?" Stella said flatly, "Why should I be? He's not my husband anymore. So why would I be bothered about who he's with now?" Felicity felt like she overreacted after hearing what Stella said. She threw her handphone aside and grabbed her fork. "Is Detective Karl credible?" "I guess. He's very famous, after all." Stella took a bite of her food. Then, her phone vibrated. Karl sent her a photo. Stella glanced at it and recognized that the person in that photo was Albert's old driver. He looked so much older now, but she was certain it was him because of that mole on his chin. Stella instantly replied: [Did you find anything?]

Carl came in with a black patch on his face; as usual, he preferred to drown himself in his car on weekends. "Gallena's a bit sick. I'll make her some soup first." He nodded slowly while leaning against the kitchen counter as I picked up the menu ingredients. "I'll help you." "Thank you," I replied briefly and then looked at him. "Why is he here?" I asked. "Who?" "My fucking fiancé. Who apparently talks intimately with my fucking brother." I replied without a filter. Something Carl had become accustomed to lately. He already understood my change, and he seemed to accept it because he knew that I really hated the engagement that happened between me and Louis Jamesson and couldn't do anything