Novel & Cerita Carl Loses His Eye

And the ones that followed didn’t help either. A few minutes later, he was grunting in pain, his face and arms resembling a Halloween outfit that had been made too over the top, blood everywhere on his body. His head was resting in a red puddle, but fortunately, his arm was still over his eyes, protecting them from getting permanently damaged. He was crying when another sharp pain smashed his jaw, sending his head to the side and revealing the overly bloody neck of his. Ramsay couldn’t see, and there was no way he’d remove his arm from his head. He would’ve rather lost his arm than eyes.

Ann's POV "Who are you?" Karl asked me in a loud and firm voice when I didn't speak after I entered his room. How can I speak when I was starstruck after I saw him? I didn't expect to see him in person. Jasper likes to watch a drag racing contest on a cable channel so I started to like it too until both of us becomes a huge fan of Karl Ibarra; the American-Filipino drag racer who always win the gold medal in his every racing contest. But I haven't heard any news about him since he had an accident and went blind while participating in an international drag racing contest in London. "I said who are you?!" he asked me again in a louder and more dangerous voice.

"My party ran off without me, and I am lost." One-eye thanked his good fortune and sheathed his sword. "Of course. Come with me. Do not cause any trouble, and I will not hurt you," he offered with a malicious gleam. He did not see the matching spark in his opponents eyes. "Tell me, how did you lose the eye?" the lady asked gently as he neared. One-eye paused. "In a sailing accident," he answered. "And how would you like to lose the other?" she continued calmly.

"Don't shout. You'll be less afraid if I have your friend join us." With a rough tug, Carl dragged Serena over from the rocks and made to tear away her clothes. His eyes were gleaming viciously as he reached for her collar, but the supposedly unconscious woman before him suddenly opened her eyes. Serena's arm swung up swiftly, and she plunged the nail clippers into Carl's eye. Carl let out a sharp cry of pain, but Serena moved on instinct and landed a solid kick on his groin. He doubled over and rolled around on the bumpy ground as he cradled his crotch.

Our Conseglier, Fratelli is just standing back and watching. The men in the room start chanting loudly "No Mercy!" Carlos takes out a pocket knife out of his pants pocket, and pulls my father's head back so that he can look at him. "What do you say boys?...An eye for an eye?" Shit, this was about me!!! The men get louder and cheer Carlos on. I can't move, or speak. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Carlos takes the knife and stabs my father in the eye, and rips his eye ball out! All of a sudden, I hear a scream...wait is that me..."MERCY!"...and then I hear nothing. ⚔️Carlos's POV ⚔️

And there, in the center, was my son. Carl’s eyes were no longer the soft gray of innocence but a glowing amber, feral and wild. His small body shook, his claws—claws, though he was still too young for a full shift—extended, tearing through wood and cloth. He snarled like a beast cornered, his breath ragged and his gaze unseeing. “Carl,” I whispered, though every instinct screamed at me to run.

Even the faintest threads of golden light that seeped into his wounds were instantly crushed by that domineering Heaven's Power, failing to repair anything at all and only adding double the tearing pain. Carl slowly opened his eyes. The black pupils that once held boundless depth and detached serenity were long gone, replaced by a murky dark red born of intertwined agony and blood loss. The whites of his eyes were filled with vicious bloodshot veins. Even the simple act of blinking tugged at the throbbing veins at his temples, bringing a wave of dizzy, swelling pain.

I bit my lower lip, unable to look away from the intense, burning heat in his eyes. A loud groan broke the tension. Behind Alaric, Carl pushed himself up from the ground. His face was completely covered in thick, dark mud. He spit a mouthful of dirty water onto the grass, coughing violently. He looked at Freya. He looked at me. He saw the complete awe on my face, and he saw who I was looking at. The humiliation completely broke his mind. Carl's eyes turned a violent, feral red. He lost all human reason. With a furious roar, he shifted and popped his razor-sharp wolf claws from his fingertips.

Carl stood by the window, arms crossed, his eyes watching the door with a tension that couldn’t be masked. MAIKA (softly, to Lysandra): “He’s coming, child. Just hold on.” LYSANDRA (weakly, teeth gritted): “I-I can’t… It hurts… The child… wants him—Caveen…” Carl stepped forward, worry flickering through his usually stern features. CARL: “This has happened before, but not like this. Her aura’s tearing at itself—she’s too fragile.” Maika nodded grimly. MAIKA:

After five years of marriage, Gabrielle Jamison stumbles upon her husband, Morgan Quilton, with his mistress. He's even brought their son, Casper Quilton, with him. Casper pretends not to know her, and Morgan doesn't even bother to hide his contempt. Gabrielle looks around at the room full of impeccably dressed guests. She twists the hem of her wrinkled shirt, then looks at her own haggard reflection in the mirror. The brilliant golden girl she used to be is gone without a trace. In that instant, she loses all hope in Morgan and Casper. So, when Morgan tells her he wants a divorce, she quietly says yes. From then on, every outrageous demand from his side of the family gets a hard no. Si