Carl Grimes Lives 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.

We picked up our walk and crossed the street a ways down from the bus stop. Carl’s Automotive Shop had three full garage sections as well as a large lobby on the left-hand side. There was an upper deck that covered the whole back of the warehouse you couldn’t see into from the front. That’s where Carl lived. We got into the lobby where we opened the red lockers under the stairs and grabbed our official uniform shirts. Carl was leaning over the hood of a car with a flashlight shining down the side of the engine. I leaned over and looked at the area he was looking at.

Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable! And now, trailing her and watching what she did every day was what I lived for. Although I was very much against it at first, because I actually didn’t understand why they wanted me to the job, I mean anyone can do it. So it just didn’t make sense for them to point me out and tell me that I should do it. But now I didn’t regret any of that. Grisha led a very, trust me, the royally boring life ever. The term ‘nerd’ was well befitting because that's just how she was; nerdy!

Pale as the moon, it continued to leak like a squashed bug; it smelled even worse. Carl stumbled forward, extending a shaking hand to touch a prison he’d only expected to escape in death. Lines and scars he’d known for a lifetime rested on its surface. Even the hairs remained. Between gray temples, the remains of Carl’s old face gaped at him broken-jawed—an eyeless, toothless mask. He backed away. Fuck. Oh, fuck me. What did she . . . Where is . . . ?

"Who are you, Arabella Greene?” "I've got someone watching. We'll find out who owns that car eventually.” Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of Carl's building. Carl had texted the group chat earlier: sick, bored, come over. Adrian was the last to show up. Inside, Aiden and Derek were locked in a furious game battle on the TV. Carl was sprawled on the couch under a blanket, providing color commentary. "You look like death." Adrian clapped Carl's shoulder. "Feeling better?”

Carl stood there long after she left, chest rising and falling as he stared at the empty space she left behind. And for the first time since he stepped foot on campus, Carl Grayson felt himself slipping. Emmy Magnus wasn’t just temptation. She was becoming something dangerous.

Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath - Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere _______________ I looked for Carl and Sam, noticing I was no longer being followed by an enforcer. Maybe Caius was for real about that whole, not a prisoner thing. I found the two in the large living room, each was staring intently into their computer screens. “Hello boys, how’s the hunting?” I asked, walking in to join them.

Slinging Augustus’s inert body over his shoulder, Carl led them to an open area large enough for a chopper to set down. Augustus was honorably discharged and sent home after he recovered, but Carl was placed in another unit. He tried and failed several times to reconnect with Carl after the war, but it was like his comrade and savior disappeared. Then one day, an old woman appeared at the DaLair office. She claimed to be Carl’s grandmother and told him Carl was sleeping in the streets. She begged him to save her grandson.

) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this. Anyways, this book is a novel-type-ish... Like, it doesn't come with that "name-of-person's POV" every start of the chapter. So yeah, just a heads up (っ´▽')っ Edit: So I haven't been able to update for months, had a lot of stuff happening especially when 2020 got into the scene. Been busy as well with dealing lots of personal stuff. Hopefully y'all won't mind my cringey Author's note inserted here in the middle of the chapters. This is more of me tryna get myself together while creating this novel lol. Really am loo

He loved Liam as a grandpa, and he loved hearing about the military. "Grandpa, when I Grow Up, will you take me to Special Forces?" Carl said to Liam, shaking his body. "No problem. If you want to be a special forces soldier, you have to train harder." "Yes, sir." Carl salutes Liam like the soldiers in the movie. Liam laughed and was happy. He had already lost his son and wife and had almost lost Ulric, but now he had a grandson who shared his interests, which was a great comfort to him in his old age.