Carlgallagher Novels & Stories

His pink, full lips slightly parted, moments before that menacing deep voice rang again in my ears. “Answer me,” He demanded, calm and steady, but obviously intimidating. “We were...looking for...a job?” Kara managed to say as I was already too scared to speak anyways. “What job?” He asked back, those piercing blue eyes never leaving mine, causing me to stand there, unmoving. “A guy at the diner told us that you guys need some extra maids. So here we are,” Kara casually explained, while he continued to stare at me. “I see. And why is there a dog ruining the garden?” He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers.

Angela replied. Carista was taken aback. She couldn't find the words to speak. In an instant, she got up and left the hospital room, leaving Angela bewildered. Carista walked down the corridor and headed to the bus stop not far from the hospital. She had to meet the person whose name was on the paper – Elgar Gabriel, the man who had caused her father's death by aggressively demanding unpaid debts. Carista was determined to confront him, despite knowing that her father's debts were still unpaid.

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

He asks me and I shake my head. “There a lot of people that dislike me a lot but not so much that they would actually do this.” I say as I try to think of someone who would want to ruin my life. My mom? No, I don’t think so. “Umm how about someone who has been obsessed with you over the years?” I shake my head again. Thankfully I’ve never had crazy fans. “A man named Richard Walts was kind of obsessed with her. Maybe you can check up on him.” Jake tells him as the officer writes down the name and details.

He had his father’s temper, that was something that I knew, and it was something that I loved. I pulled my phone out of my purse, knowing that my headmistress would be putting Daniel in bed, before calling Clarice, Aguilar’s sister. The idea of seeing her was one that I was anxious for too. It has been a long time since I have, and I knew that there would be a lot for us to talk about. “Ella, I thought that you would be on the plane…”

My throat gets dry so I gulp some more whiskey. I can't go through this every day. I am turning into a maniac. Like a crazy old cat lady. "Ethan. I love you but I love me more. I am sorry. Sorry for," I wipe the tears from my cheeks. I feel a sharp sting as my tears touch my bleeding knuckles. Fucking salt in tears. “Ethan, listen carefully. I, Alpha Ryan Damison," I gulp down more whiskey as I need balls for what I am going to say next.

“That’s not a plan, settling down with one woman anytime soon. Samara and…. What’s the other one with the blue eyes and ginger hair?” “Katya,” he offered with a knowing smirk. I always forgot her name. “Yes, her. They’re good enough for the time being. Tell me, what’s the news?” He wasn’t convinced, but he scratched the scruff on his jaw and gave me a curt nod. “Right, the crazy news. It’s the Irish. Sean Gallagher passed away last night. Turned out he’dbeen battling health issues for a while now, but they kept it to a minimum.”

“Hello, my wonderful fans. It's been a long ass time, but your baddest bitch is back, and she's back with loads of drama! Eek! The last time I brought the tea, you all called me a marriage destroyer and all sorts of names, but look how that turned out. I saved their marriage-by destroying it nonetheless-but at least no one is being lied to. Both spouses are happily separated. As always, I bring out the truth. Now, I have returned with more juicy stories. There is a billionairess out there whose husband is squandering her family's money (on me) just because she's infertile. There's more to the tea than meets the eye. Here's a hint: a brand new G-wagon for the mistress. Who could it be? Stay t

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“So your Chaser Boy didn’t even show up at his own engagement?” Harper’s face stiffened. She didn’t want to relive that humiliation. She just hummed dismissively. With an apple between her teeth, Carissa started typing furiously in the comment section. [User “MochiCat”]: “Hey, do you know anything about the mysterious Young Master Gallagher?” Harper froze. “Wait—what kind of username is that?” “What? It sounds cute,” Carissa said with a grin. Seconds later, the original poster [Got Stories] replied instantly: