Carl Grimes Lives Novels & Stories

Elise cried out, she never for once experienced any of what she just had in just a few weeks. “Fine! Fine my love. Just take extra care of yourself. I will be sending Violet, Sasha and Elmira your way as soon as you get back home. Love you.” Bianca reassured her. Elise said her good byes and cut the call, she had suddenly lost appetite for her food and wished for sleep to take her away. Meanwhile Carl was at his underground office looking at the dossier of criminals that was sent to him. They were all terrible supernaturals with the urge for gore, death or blood. The only thing that was different about them was the approach.

Bianca opened her mouth, searching for words, but Queen was already halfway to her room, grabbing her suitcase from the top shelf, her mind burning with only one thing… Orlanda Grimes. Carlson sat back in the leather armchair of the dimly lit study, the stale scent of cigars clinging to the walls like secrets. The TV on the shelf opposite him crackled softly with the morning news, its anchor’s voice smug as it repeated the same announcement for the third time in one hour. “…a handsome reward for anyone with credible information about Orlanda Grimes, last seen—” Carlson’s jaw ticked. His eyes, cold and calculating, narrowed at the grainy picture of Orlanda that flashed across the screen, her

"Fine, if it's not the juniors' fault, I'll let them off the hook this time!" "I'm actually bummed I didn't get to finish off a few juniors," Carl added with a hint of regret as he pulled back his ready-to-strike hand. Mosby's eyelids twitched, and he frowned, "Even after all that time at the Advanced Medical Institute, you still haven't toned down your love for killing?" Carl flashed a wicked grin, "Mr. Lake, some things are just in your nature, and they'll never change! Take my reputation as the Grim Reaper's harvester, for instance. It's so darn irresistible!"

His gaze had turned to Grace, and she automatically slumped down into her chair. “This one over here,” Carl began, pointing at Grace, “is the one I’m worried about. Sitting at home, doing nothing, just painting away her life. Never thought a daughter of mine would futz around like that.” Grace tried to sink lower, but then she’d end up under the table. All eyes were on her—mostly sympathetic—but it didn’t make any difference. She wanted to die. Crawl under a rock and die. “When are you gonna get your life in order, young lady? I keep askin’ her, but she just says she doesn’t know.” Carl scoffed. “If I could, I’d marry her off just to give her something to do.”

Gray replied with a sharp tone. “I thought breaking his leg would be a big lesson for him,but now I have to make sure that his breath is taken away from him and he doesn't have any way to get it back”. Lucian spoke with strength. Gray then raises his head only to see Carl walking into the hospital, he raises his hand and calls for him to come over to where they are. Carl got to them and asked what they were doing in the hospital and if they had some assignments for the others seeing how they've been unreachable for some time now.

“You’re my father-in-law. I cannot allow you to kneel before me, and there’s no need for such garish acts. Chris is my husband, so it’s only natural that I fight for justice for him from whoever beat him up this badly.” Carl quickly stood up and heaved a long sigh internally. Ever since Kareem was killed by Tyr, Carl had not stopped thinking about getting revenge. However, after multiple investigations, he found out that Autumn Field had deep connections with the group of elites controlling the city center. Thus, it was difficult to attack Autumn Field through a different business industry.

"Where will we go?" Amber looked back at Carl with a numb expression. After ending things with Axel, she felt like a wanderer. It didn't matter who she was with or where she went; nothing seemed to matter anymore. However, she sensed that something significant must have happened in Cyrris. Jameson's foundations were shaken, which left Carl, who idolized him, thinking of fleeing. "We can go anywhere. I've saved enough money over the years working for Mr. Schmidt to live comfortably for the rest of our lives," Carl said, removing a USB flash drive from his computer and hiding it under his clothing.

After passing the security checkpoint, they got on the train more than forty minutes later, ready for the return trip. Nothing happened throughout the entire trip, so they just rested on the train. While they were on their way back to Skyspring, The Phillius in Skyspring welcomed the arrival of the Living Reaper's disciple. Carl and his family went to the door to greet her themselves. When they saw her, they were stunned. They couldn’t believe that the Living Reaper’s disciple was a young girl. Carl’s son was David. His wife came from Skyspring too, and her name was Julie Lowe.

April growled. I sighed. “I'm sorry, kids. But Mr. Grimes lives and works in Richmond, he can't come live with us,” I told them lightly, running my hand through their hair. Sometimes I wish the world was as simple and easy to understand as it was in children's eyes. “Wait a minute,” Rory said, using the extremely active neurons of a five-year-old. “Isn’t Mr. Grimes your boyfriend? So as lovers, you should live together and take us to live with you.” He pointed to himself and his brothers.

Carl's POV Today was supposed to be the day I surrendered to my dad's persistent demands to get married, but instead of feeling excited or nervous, I just felt irritated. I'm Carl Oswald. At 30, I’m the acting CEO of LiveStrong, a company I inherited from my father. On paper, I have everything—a powerful position, endless wealth, and the legacy of a thriving empire. But what most people don’t know is that I live with prosopagnosia, face blindness. I can’t recognize faces or read facial expressions, not even my own family’s.