Carl The Jumper Novels & Stories

Andrew cuts the call with Maren and immediately presses my numbers. Right at that moment, I am sitting with Carllo talking about the new steps for the ritual dance troupe. Carllo is looking at my belly, feeling real worried about the pup during the hard jumps. "Do not worry about my wolf," I tell him, trying to make him smile. "I am not the first professional dancer to keep moving while carrying a pup. I know exactly what my body can take. If the jumps get too big, little Joy is my number one priority. I will take good care of us."

Jonathan simply muttered, turning to look at him and Carl hummed in agreement. Carl had been literally forced to wear a tuxedo and he looked good, he had shaved off his hair leaving him with low cut blonde hair. He wore diamond studded earrings and accessorized with a diamond Patek watch and Van Cleef bracelet. He had a tattoo by his neck, he looked like a typical heartbreaker adding to the fact that he had a pretty face. He was also well-known as the rebellious son of Wales Family. But after being successful, it closed everyone's lips up. “How long do you think they're going to last? I'm hopeful for more than a month. But I'm just guessing.” Carl cackled and Jonathan's heart hurt for his be

But the door didn't just open; it slammed. "You're avoiding me, Liam. I don't like being avoided." A heavy, expensive looking shopping bag dropped onto the table, sliding right over my notebook. I looked up. Carl was standing there, a wide, jagged smirk on his face. He wasn't in his team tracksuit. He was wearing a brand new, charcoal grey wool coat. It was thick, stylish, and clearly expensive. "Nice, right?" Carl asked, smoothing the lapel of the jacket. He spun around slowly, making sure I saw every stitch.

Tall, broad-shouldered, with intense eyes and a rugged charm, he looked like he had walked out of a dream or memory. Carl. He wore a white linen shirt and khaki pants, blending into the beach scene like he belonged there. Maika’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded. Her voice trembled. Maika (stammering) “Who... who are you? What do you want? Why did you bring me here?” Carl stopped, raising both hands in a calming gesture. His voice was soft, careful. Carl “I’m sorry I startled you. My name is Carl. I didn't mean to scare you... Are you alright?”

I snapped, struggling futilely against the chains. Carl squatted down in front of me, his cold eyes boring into mine. "Yes, I kidnapped you. But don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I won't harm you. I just need you as leverage, to show those brothers that foxes aren’t to be trifled with." "You're insane!" I yelled. "Do you think this will defeat the werewolves and take over their lands? They’ve lived here for centuries!" Carl’s expression twisted with rage. He moved so quickly I barely had time to react before his hand was around my throat, squeezing hard.

“Our phase three is almost finished and we did not need to do anything, Alexander!” Carl chuckled but this around was more evident than before. He stood up from his throne like the king he was and proceeded to walk across the room. In the middle of the room, he halted in his steps and smiled. “Look damn what we've got here, Calven is slowly getting back to who originally is, the fucking monster he was!” Carl muffled up throwing his gaze upon the flaming ablaze. He grinned maliciously as he continued to walk across the room. He stopped at the exit of the room and leaned on the door.

Speaking of carl, The gates open and everyone around looks on, alerted. The guys around ana get away from her like she's suddenly burning them. Carl saunters in, Sam and Ed walking beside him. I don't want to seem hopeless but he looks hot. His ripped black jeans hung slightly low on his waist. As I said before, he never wears his trousers up. The grey t-shirt hugs his muscles like a second skin, with a black leather jacket on the top. He has a single chain hanging on his neck and black combat boots.

Carl slapped his bald head, then slurped his beer before rubbing his stomach. "I've not had a special run with women, I'm afraid. Most of them hate me because I love booze, and I can't help it. Like, can't two legends co-exist? I need booze to function, and you need me. If we move in the right direction, we're going to be creating something huge." I laughed. He made absolutely no sense. But that was Carl for you. He literally said nothing, but it was so funny because of his baldness and the stomach he had gotten from drinking too much beer.

He just wanted to be left alone. So Carl shrugged, and turned away. Callum didn’t like this though. He wanted to argue with Carl. His friends had dared him to go and tease Carl, and Callum never turned down a dare. So, egged on by his friends, Callum lunged at Carl, shoving him hard in the back. This caused Carl to lurch forward, lose his balance, and land on his hands and knees.

Before long he got his reward. "I'm CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" Carl hollered as he pulled his mouth off Jessie's cock. "Man, suck that cock, Jessie! SUCK IT!!!!!" It's a good thing Jessie's house is far from the main one. Because surely Catherine would've been able to hear that one!