Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

He ground his teeth and all of a sudden drubbed the knife again into his middle. "How do you like it?" Sherlock grinned viciously. "Is this all that you learnt in so many years of serving the mafia? Do not praise his nemesis before the person you are working with. It is like praising another woman's body before your wife." "I'm sorry. Please save me." Carl held his stomach and pleaded in agony with his eyes almost getting closed because of the blood loss. "Uh, I'm not able to hear you." Sherlock jeered. There was a soft sound from Carl and he collapsed on the ground closing his eyes.

His name escaped my mouth but in a whisper that I could barely hear myself talk, but his eyes darkened and a deep frown settled on his face. "Don't call me that again. I'm Jason now," His voice was so cold and the murderous glare he gave me made my heart leave my chest for a moment. I know you are thinking the same thing, and yes, it's what you are thinking. The person standing in front of me was Carl Hughes, Connor's dead brother, and the person that had been tormenting me for the past few days. He was supposed to be dead, right? Well, that's what I thought too. I was terrified too when I saw him that day thinking I'd seen a ghost, but it seemed like we were all fooled. Carl was never dead.

“Just tell me, Felix. I don’t want to play games. If it’s someone I hate, I can just fire them. Remember, I am the head of the New York branch of Capaldi Industries now that our fathers stepped down.” He took a deep breath. “It’s Lauren Gallo.” I freeze at her name. It’s been years since I heard it. The last time I saw her, it was in a Capaldi Industries mediation room as our lawyer told her how much she would be getting for her not talking about the car accident we’d been in. The one that ruined her shot at the Olympics and made it so that she hated me more than she already did. “You’d better be fucking joking.” My brother shook his head. “Carla is in there showing her the office. She waved

Callie followed their gazes to see General Carl approaching. ‘General,’ Callie greeted him with surprise. Carl’s scrutinizing gaze swept over her as if he was trying to fathom her completely. ‘Dr Hawthorne?’ he addressed her, extending his hand. ‘I heard you saved Elias.’ Callie had seen Carl on a few occasions. In Merton Village, he had exuded elegance and solemnity, but now, there was something hidden in his eyes, a darkness and cunning that she couldn’t ignore. Callie shook his hand. ‘As a doctor, I just did my duty.’

“I—I can’t. I swore to protect her!” “Protect her?” Marcus’s voice dripped with venom. “Then you’re failing, because Luke already suspects. So tell me now, before I lose my patience. Is the girl in the Daniels mansion—the one pretending to be their granddaughter—really Racheal?” Carl’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in shallow bursts. Tears welled in his eyes as the silence stretched. Marcus’s finger tightened around the trigger. “Answer me!” “Yes!” Carl screamed, his voice cracking. “Yes, she’s Racheal! She’s been pretending all along!”

“Kai ran to get the healer. You scared the hell out of me. What happened to you? We were okay a while ago and then suddenly you collapsed.” Inside, I smirked bitterly. Good. This was exactly what I needed, to keep him distracted, to divert suspicion from me and my disastrous conversation overheard moments before. If Kai was finding information then now I was going to need to try and cover it. But I maintained the charade, lifting my fingers slowly to touch my forehead, acting dizzy. The healer, an older woman named Helena, stepped toward the bed, giving Liam a meaningful look.

Caleb asked, as all of Nolan’s tips finally resulted in a name. “Ah, finally, you make the right guess.” Caleb rubbed at his temples, as he tried to make sense of the information Nolan had supplied so far. What was Gayle doing off pack grounds? As much as he hated to admit it, he had failed to keep track of her since Cassandra arrived. He was so occupied with caring for Cassandra and learning of how she had come to be in Connecticut, that thoughts of Gayle hadn’t crossed his mind. He hadn’t seen her in days, and it was only now, he realized that. He sighed, annoyed by his lack of focus, “I…I had no idea she was off pack grounds.” He admitted, his voice low, telling of his disappointment in h

responded Wallace in anger, conveying his frustration at the elusive target. "What happened?" inquired Thalia, displaying a genuine interest in the details. "We can't look for a face we don't know. Maybe she passed by me, and I smiled at her," Wallace insinuated, unraveling the complexity of their pursuit. "We need a face, Thalia. A face." "Listen, Detective," Thalia stood up, her posture exuding a sense of command. "I have never met Gabriella before. I told you everything I know about that woman. Because of me, you managed to capture tons of her cocaine."

He ordered to him and he immediately obey. "I know you, you're that son of b*tch Mc McMarrow who dares to ruin my family... for the second time." Carl calmly told him when he finally realized who this man might be. "Killed my boy, you son of a b*tch." Rig checks all his pocket, the first one he pulled is Carl's wallet, put on a simple note on a ripped piece of paper and leaves his phone inside Carl's back pocket.

She's alone wrapped in a blue mini-dress that screams take me now. I tape Carl's thigh. “Be right back,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on her.” “Carl licked his tongue. Yeah, he hates when I vanish like this. But it's not up to me. I'm not the hunter. “I'm the prey, they come for me.” You need someone to tame you. Lock you in chastity for years,” he calls after me.” “I glanced back. He rolled his eyes like a pissed-off girlfriend. Carl Thompson, he's the hottest dude in the city. Smooth dark brown skin, an actor, a literal god walking among mortals. New York got blessed.