Carl Grimes Novels & Stories

Carl explained, looking all happy and accomplished. “Uh! Please tell me that I can naturally make this invisible to humans and cameras, for I am a model for crying out loud.. and I really should have no ink on my skin! It is on my contract, but your seal is very bold and looks almost freshly done; I don't like it, and I can't take it!” I yelled out further as I tried to rub it off my arm. I wished I could. “Come on.. Elise..!" Carl sounded, trying to be all sweet and kindhearted like he he was bringing fort his hand in soothing confidence.

No matter how hard I tried to push him away, he always came back, like a fucking simp. I did a quick Chinese get-up, groaning as I landed on my feet. Then I pulled Chris up beside me. My eyes shot back to Carl. He was busy lighting up a fat roll of weed, the flame from his lighter flickering against his weathered face. He dragged deep, his eyes locking on mine. “If your little minion wants to die with his girlfriend, let him,” Carl said, blowing smoke right into my face. I squeezed my fists into tight balls I could feel my nails cutting into my palms.

* Carl is sitting on a sofa in his mansion looking at two naked girls in front of him kissing each other. “Master,” he hears Garrit call him, “‘He is here” “Send him in” He sees a tall black man with his hair falling onto his broad shoulders. The man glances at the naked girls and they stop kissing. Carl looks over at them and signals them to stand in a corner. “Come, my friend,” Carl says, “I’ve been waiting for you.” He pours him a drink and then asks, “Are you ready? Have you considered my offer?”

Carl slowly turned and looked at Vicky as she giggled with dreamy eyes. "Are you fantasizing about that dork in my presence?" "Does that make you jealous?" Vicky asked, wearing a smirk. "Just because he's got a husky voice, broad shoulders, a nicely trimmed facial hair sitting on his chiseled jaws, and has a manly appeal, doesn't make him better than me." "Seems like you're falling for him." "Fuck, no!" Carl made an irritated face. "I hate his guts. I always hated his pompous ass. Now more than ever," Carl fumed. "That murderer should not be breathing the same air we breathe," Carl gave voice to his deep-seated hatred.

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.

He looked up at me, and for a second I thought he was going to cry. “You’re…” He squinted. “You’re that guy. The one who likes to smile at everyone.” I blinked. That was the first time someone described me so simply. “I’m Carl. One of the United States’ top hockey players." “Of course, I know your name. I have played against you for over four years now,” he said, his ears red. “You’re prettier in person.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “You’re drunk in person, Mr. Daniel.”

“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.

I asked finally. His gaze met mine again.“I want it to stop.” I blinked. “What are you talking about?” “The cycle of men inheriting violence and calling it duty.” His jaw tightened faintly. “I’m trying to destroy the structure that created him.” “By becoming worse than it?” His expression darkened slightly. “Do you know why he scares me?” Grimes asked suddenly. “You literally hunt people for sport. I don’t think you’re scared of anyone.” “Kael is the only person I’ve ever met who can kill someone without losing himself afterward.”

Liam asks and Mia finally knew why he ran out the room “He went out” Mia says only to hear a baritone voice behind her “I'm right here” She turns alongside Liam to see Carl walking out of a room, he had a recommended glasses on his face making him look “School teacher Hot* Carl looks at Liam who ran to him and carries him up, he strokes his hair like he normally does and drops him but Liam held unto his arm Mia ignores him and walks to the dining, Carl and Liam joins, Mia called Liam to herself but he was adamant on staying with his dad, Mia rolls her eyes at this

In the next chapters, I would only use 'Carl', because 'Sir' is only titled for those ghosts with higher status than Carl, like Sir Reynold for example. Carl is the man with a half-burned face. As Kelly's description, he has a half-handsome face.