Carl The Jumper Novels & Stories

Looking at me, his thumb brushed my cheek and the bruise that formed on it and around my eye. “What was it this time?” I smirked. “Putting on a concert in the football field and made sure the entire school came out by pulling all the fire alarms?” Carl threw his head back and laughed. Carl was a menacing wolf on the best of days. He was built like a mountain and kept up his tough guy appearance in the gym he’d built here. But he was opposite of his appearance. A prankster at heart, he laughed easily and considered many as family. He was trustworthy and it’s the reason why he never had a day he wasn’t busy.

I just had to keep him talking. "So when do I hear about this Exodus," I said, sweeping my arm around Carl and leading him away from the computer. "I'd like to hear all about it." Carl looked enthused, a beaming grin spreading across his face, and he turned towards me. I followed his lead as we marched a few dozen feet away towards a large tarp, and stopped. "Well," he said, "everyone loves rapid-fire rocket weapons. You have your small Pinata, your Orkan, and they're great, but this-"

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

Goldie said and disappeared “Melanie, I am so sorry I put you all through this, I love you” “Carl it is not your fault, or anyone else, just don’t leave me alone, I love you too” “I promise, I won’t leave you or let you go” “Goldie be careful” Carl said and she nodded and jumped out “My love, we go down in three counts, are you ready?” Carl asked “Just don’t let me go” “I won’t. Ready?” he asked and she nodded “One, Two, jump” Carl screamed and the jumped down the plane

James comes in with some of the other guys. “Hey T-dog another shower man. This girl is leaving you with some serious blue balls. Is she even worth it?” Carl said. His only goal is to nail as many chicks as possible. “Hey man if you can’t close the deal give me her number I'll get her to give it up." Carl made my blood boil. Before I could hit him in the face James stepped in. "Whoa Carl back off my boy. This girl is fine and he hit the jackpot with her. She is top shelf. Look for yourself. "

Carl called softly as he clutched the tip of my blouse with his hands. A warm smile spread across my face as I lowered my head to make eye contact with him and listened intently to what she had to say. "Mom. I'd like that ice cream. Can we have some, please?" He inquired, and I followed his attention to a lanky man with my artificial bunny ears fastened to his head. He was at an ice cream vendor with a variety of colored cups on display. Carl couldn't stop laughing at the sight of his enormous rabbit ears.

The smile on her face was so bright, and the side of her lips were twitching as she fought back the tears. Carl was unbelievably calm, as if he had done this before; he wasn’t s tensed neither was he nervous, his composure was great and his gaze was focused on the altar and the man who stood there waiting for them. Carl Adams was a handsome man, he was 5’9 and had dark curly hair, his eyes were grey. He looked like a simple responsible man with his suit, there was a grin on his face and it seemed like it was permanent.

That stopped me for a minute. I looked back at my mother and she smiled. “Carl here, is what you would call a nomad. He was a part of my father’s pack, but trailed with me to your fathers, and then to here. He refused to swear fealty to Vince. So he stays off pack lands. He set up shop here, and since he is one of the few warriors skilled enough to make descenting spray, Vince tolerates him.” My mother went over to Carl and kissed his cheek.

I hissed. Carl jogged down the stairs, his hand bouncing along the rail. “Honey, what’s taking you so long?” he called – a second before he spotted Hunter. He skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh,” he said. “Sorry, Hunter. I didn’t know it was you.” I could only describe Carl’s expression as bitchy. It had to be the sleep deprivation that was making everything so funny to me today. I was swinging wildly between irritation and amusement. God, I needed a nap.

I don't know who I can go to for help, I need someone who can convince my dad to keep his head and also help me flip Leila off my back. On a second thought, she shouldn't intend to try anything funny. Considering how much the pack house guards had jumped on investigating about things at hand. Trying something as similar as that would only result in her getting exposed. I wish I could be comforted by that, but it only had me more on the edge. “Hey, pretty.” Carl called out as he bounced into the gym. I glanced up at him with a broad smile, “Carl, how long has it been?” I inquired, pulling him into myself when he bent down to hug me.