Carl Wheezer Novels & Stories

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

he whispers, as his voice breaks, and more tears roll down his cheeks. "You!" Harou says, running at full speed toward Wesley. I was afraid for a second as I see him running toward Wesley and me. “I'm going to kill you, you imbecile. How could you? That's my baby!" he says, grabbing Wesley by the back of his shirt and throwing him, making him land on the ground.

He’s loaded enough to give her the socialite life she’s always wanted. The moment Carl spots us, his smile grows wider as he waves us over. Mom gives me her usual gentle smile, but I simply look away as we approach. “Well, seems we have a full house here tonight.” Carl says with a soft chuckle. The others laugh along. He gestures toward Cross first. “This is Cross, my eldest son. You all must know him already. He’s always on TV.” “Of course. Who doesn’t know Cross Presley?” one of the men says with a laugh. “He’s one of the league’s most recognizable young wingers. Plays for the Michigan Rangers, doesn’t he?”

“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.

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 winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

William.. Alex has become a torment in my life, thwarting all my attempts to keep her at bay. She is so different to handle, and I know I am foolish to admit it, but all I want is a semblance of peace of mind, yet now there seems to be no way I can get Sierra back into my life or protect my daughter.

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.

Now, who is Carl? Carl is an asshole, alright. I've been able to gather that from shit I've been seeing online about him even though we've never chatted before, but I do see him around. He's an English major. I've been called a player for as long as I can remember, but Carl is the real player. I bet he had lost count of his bodycount at this point. He's such a manwhore, and he had serious issues too. I guess that's what made him popular. It's really none of my business, but I'm just disgusted like that because I can.

“So true. That was torture.” We sat quietly for a bit, just enjoying the short break, until he turned his head toward me. “You went out with that man yesterday.” I blinked at him. “Huh?” He smiled knowingly. “I… I recognized him.” My stomach did a small flip. “Recognized him?” Carl nodded, grinning. “Alpha Darius.” My eyes widened. “You… know him?” “Of course,” Carl said. “He’s quite known, really. Powerful, too. He’s a werewolf and a CEO on top of that. He's a reputable man to this school too.”