Carl The Npc Novels & Stories

________________________________________ *CARL POV* Hi, I am Carl Davis, Lando's second in command. He’s like a brother to me, actually. He’s cold and arrogant, but he’s someone that you can trust and talk to. For years he has waited for his mate. Whenever he sees other wolves with their mates, he would get sad. Every day I prayed to the goddess that he would find his mate and be happy one day. It never once crossed my mind that she would be a vampire. When he fainted James called me to a corner and we chatted a bit. ________________________________________

Carl's POV Today was supposed to be the day I surrendered to my dad's persistent demands to get married, but instead of feeling excited or nervous, I just felt irritated. I'm Carl Oswald. At 30, I’m the acting CEO of LiveStrong, a company I inherited from my father. On paper, I have everything—a powerful position, endless wealth, and the legacy of a thriving empire. But what most people don’t know is that I live with prosopagnosia, face blindness. I can’t recognize faces or read facial expressions, not even my own family’s.

Carl snickered as he threatened the pregnant woman’s unborn child. “And here I thought that you would have learnt your lesson and talked to me with more respect,” the Rogue Queen taunted. “Clearly I was wrong. You haven’t changed at all. You’re still the same asshole who pushed me into that d*ck rogue’s d*ck,” she spat out. “Same as you. You haven’t changed at all,” Carl calmly replied back. “You are still a selfish b*tch. Girlfriends eat burgers, pizzas and all, but this woman ate my happiness,” he sarcastically retorted.

I didn’t even think she would agree. But she gave me a chance to fix her broken heart or, in other words, make her fall in love with me. I thought it wouldn’t be a hard job for me; I had women chasing me all the time. As for Riley, she was a challenge for me. “Let’s get back to work. Did you look up at Carl like I said?” I asked, changing the subject. Luke grumbled, and I heard him typing roughly on the keyboard. He cleared his throat, and I chugged down my drink as he started talking. “Carlos De Luca, who’s known as Carl the dick.” He stopped to chuckle at his joke before continuing. “He owns car dealerships around Europe, also modeling and-“

Sherry reacted strangely when she heard Carl. Ada looked at him sincerely and said, “I like you as a person!” “If I were poor and ugly, would you still like me?” Carl asked. Ada was stunned for a moment. She then nodded and said, “Yes! I like you no matter what you are or who you become!” Carl rolled his eyes. He scoffed, “Your lies might only work on ghosts.” He wanted to leave, but Ade stopped him once more. Carl predicted her movement. He said to the security guard at the side, “If she still follows me, throw her out on the road.”

“But my training is lame. Your love life, or lack thereof, is totally cool. I prefer talking about you.” I turned to Carl and sighed. We had gotten close in the months that he had been part of the pack, and i did consider him a good friend. He was likeable, and i had seen the scars that covered his body, which had occurred prior to his transition, and those hadn’t healed. At first, i thought Carl had been a spy, only he hadn’t. “You need to have an alphess.” I burst out laughing. “An alphess? What the hell is that?”

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.

Carl said warmly. "So you don't think that I made a mistake?" I asked in a skeptical tone. "Nope." Carl said, "I also have something new to tell you." A dramatic silence filled the air before Carl spoke again, "I have found my mate. Actually, I had found her before you and Gianna left the pack, but I couldn't accept her because of my mother." Carl's voice was filled with despair; before he could speak again, I interrupted, "Did she reject you?" It was a sensitive question, but I was curious.

"You've got a death wish or something?" The newcomer was none other than Carl, Mosby's senior apprentice. He spat out the grass from his mouth and smiled. "That's what I should be saying to you. You reduced Ellis, my junior, to a vegetative state and stole from Mr. Lake. Now, it's time to settle accounts!" Andrew looked at him expressionlessly. "How do you intend to settle this?" Carl's pace quickened, eventually moving like lightning as he charged toward Andrew. He shouted, "By taking your life, of course!"

Carl sent his greetings to her in respect, smiling freely and forcing me to stare at him, confusedly wondering why he doesn't feel the same toward this woman. "Oh, my son. You must be his assistant. How are you?" She responded with a cheerful tone and a bright smile that still looked pretentious to my eyes, yet Carl seemed totally blind to it as he gave her his response, undisturbed. "What were you talking about with my prince that made him forget it was getting late to go home because this pack is quite far from our kingdom?" Carl asked, stealing a glance at me, and on seeing my frown, he slapped his hand over his mouth.