Carl X Ron Novels & Stories

Rod was in his Maths class as well but was evidently still satisfied from History, as Renee just sat quietly next to him. As he was leaving Maths, Jim realized his next problem. Fourth period was English, which meant he would be in the same class as Carl Majors for an hour. Carl was something of a joke and a legend at the same time. He was always the geekiest kid possible, scrawny with pale blotchy skin, knock knees and big thick glasses. But he was one of the oldest boys in the school and a few weeks ago had taken a day off, only to return with one of the most physical women Jim had ever seen. He couldn't think how else to describe her.

"So, what about Xylan?" "Does my cousin already know about me?" Gary added in exasperation. Ronald replied in a hesitant tone, "I can't be sure, Your Highness. King Xylan ... just seemed indifferent. I mean ... it seems like he doesn't care and still trusts you completely." Ronald's explanation instantly made Gary snort angrily. "Why is he so stupid? How can a fool like him become king?" His teeth chattered with anger. Oh, he didn't think it was fun for him at all.

Carl greeted with his usual grin the moment Alex stepped into his office. "Took you long enough. So? Did Monica finally let you into her precious little home?" Alex stopped in his tracks, letting out a deep breath as he caught sight of the familiar chaos inside. As expected, both Carl and Alfonso had made themselves far too comfortable—Carl lounging on the couch with a half-empty bag of chips in one hand and his phone in the other, and Alfonso, who was similarly sprawled out and looked completely absorbed in whatever he was watching on his phone.

"What a pleasant surprise." Celia, seated in her wheelchair, her assistant standing dutifully behind her, offered Caroline a polite smile. "Caroline," she said, her voice smooth, her gaze flicking past her to where I stood. "I was hoping to speak with Ronan." Caroline’s smirk never wavered as she glanced back at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Of course you were," she said, her tone dry. Then, turning back to Celia, she added, "Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve got demons of my own to face."

"Uncle Ronnie, allow me to introduce. This is my best friend, Carl. I've brought him here today so that he can meet that horse which you've gifted me." "Hi, Carl," Ronnie said.

“I have sent you the details via email that I guess you did not check and I would suggest you to check later. But in short, I would say, he is the brother of Julian Morgue. And…” “And who is Julian Morgue? Do I need to know?” Xavier snapped his head to see Caroline standing with arms crossed on her chest. A clear posture of her defensive state. “Carl...” “Do I need to know about her Xavier Russell”? Caroline cut him off. Xavier ground his teeth hard that he felt the pain seeping in his jaw. “She was no one. A fling from my past that’s it”. He replied in a clipped tone. Just last night they had an argument and again…

Dave groans and recites the line/positive mantra he and Carl worked on the night prior: “No, your honor, I did not have sexual relations with that Ronas brother!” “Dave, that’s not what we rehearsed.” “Okay—FINE. No, your honor, I have never met or engaged with Kevin Ronas romantically in my life. He’s a complete stranger to me.” “Perfect, now get your ass in the car, we’re gonna be late.” The two go inside the Twilight car and are greeted with a very impatient, very upset Orville. To be fair, Orville Johnson only had two emotions: upset or even more upset. Such is the life of a Hollywood agent dealing with the ACP crowd Carl supposed.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

We lay side by side and watched a girl fall in love. One of us already had, and the other knew she would never experience the same. >>> Red and orange streetlights blurred behind raindrops running down the glass. The sky was dark, pretending to be night when it was only six in the morning. Carl's cell phone blinked and buzzed on the console again. Ironically, Carl reminds me of Manny Ribera from Scarface in looks and personality. Like clockwork, I could count on him to flirt with at least one woman wherever we went.

“Ronan.” *** Thoughts??? ***