Carl Grimes Novels & Stories

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

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

The blood in his body had gone on a vacation. "Hey." He managed to say in a broken voice. "And who might this handsome gentleman man be?" Papa Rivers asked, taking a step towards Carl. "Hmm," Mila placed her hand on Carl's shoulder. She could feel the stiffness of his muscles. She understood how he felt. "This is Carlson, he is your grandson, Uncle Mason's only child." Mila introduced. "Nice meeting you." Carl forced a smile. The expression on his grandparents' faces changed immediately. He sunkened his shoulders, 'Just as I had expected, outcast!' The words reverberated in his mind.

He intended to have his revenge and would do anything within his power to make Carl's existence miserable. *** Carl and Brown had just arrived at a huge crib, one of the biggest Carl had ever laid eyes upon. Apparently, Brown had suggested to him that he would need the assistance of the Elitist to take down Shrevolsky Cartel. Each men at the hall way stood without a breath literally as Carl and Brown walked through the carpet. When the huge doorway was opened, Carl came face to face with the most beautiful scenery ever; the entire room was covered in gold and what Carl's eyes was the way the throne had be crafted. It was huge and could replace Zeus throne in Athens where Carl had gone for si

"I saw you last night, Liam. I saw you heading toward the lake. And I saw who was waiting for you at your dorm later. Trying to keep everyone happy I see. But we both know who you really want to keep happy, don't we?" My blood turned to ice. I looked up at him, my jaw tight. "You don't know anything." "I know enough to sink that Package before it even starts," Carl hissed. "Imagine what the Rangers would think if they knew their Golden Boy wasn't just a fraud with his girlfriend, but that he was actually obsessed with his winger. It’s not just a supernatural connection on the ice, is it? It’s something much more... disgusting." Before I could think, I was off the bench. I grabbed the front o

Now, who is Carl? Carl is an asshole, alright. I've been able to gather that from shit I've been seeing online about him even though we've never chatted before, but I do see him around. He's an English major. I've been called a player for as long as I can remember, but Carl is the real player. I bet he had lost count of his bodycount at this point. He's such a manwhore, and he had serious issues too. I guess that's what made him popular. It's really none of my business, but I'm just disgusted like that because I can.

“That washed-up has-been you managed to get off? He’s not a serious member. He hasn’t attended a meeting in a while. He doesn’t count.” “He counts to me,” I said, my voice a low, ominous whisper. “And you should watch what you say about him.” Carlson’s face went rock hard. The corporate smile vanished. “I don’t care about Oscar,” he hissed. “And I don’t care how dirty I have to get. If it means that pretentious little chef is finally out on her ass, then it’s worth it. However, I have to do it.” Before I could do anything, he slammed on the gas and sped off as I jumped back to avoid being hit.

How did I meet someone like this? How did life happen? I went from hating someone with all my whole heart and being scared of him to falling in love with him and spending time with him. The same beast that we are all scared off. It made me realize that Grim was not a villain. He just misunderstood. He was just someone with a soft heart who got betrayed and scorned so badly that he did not bother making any amends again. But wait a minute. How did he know what I was thinking about? I glared at him, and he gave me a sweet apologetic smile. He continued reading my thoughts.

“Carl.. Carlson” Brandon gently taps Carlson on the back as he attempts to wake him up. “Hey,” Carlson answers, rubbing off sleep from his eyes. The sleeping pill used by Madam Grace had not been just some casual drug bought off the market but a made product of Charles. It was not their first time making use of it on Carlson. They have had to knock him out a couple of times in the past with the same drugs using a good number of tricks to get it into his system.