Carlos And Mal Novels & Stories

Susan suddenly let out a bitter laugh, her eyes sheening with unshed tears. “You have to believe me, Miss Carla. Master Carlos isn’t who you think he is. He isn’t the man you fell in love with. He is one dangerous man – one who didn’t hesitate to kill his lover and her unborn child!!” she yelled, getting up on her feet in frustration.

Clover asked. ——— The car stopped abruptly. Onora jolted. They had arrived, and she stepped from the car. “I see, you are doing well with your wife,” a voice said from the corners—a guy. “What are you doing here, Carlos?” Madden asked, his voice unfriendly. Why does Madden hate Carlos? Carlos looked exactly like Madden. Maybe they were twins, but twins don’t hate each other. So why do they hate each other? “Don’t be rude, brother, I came in peace.” Carlos smirked.

Manuel stepped back, muttering, “Unbelievable. I leave everything, drive in the middle of the night to drag your half-dead ass out of that place, and now I’m the villain for defending myself?” He sighed and leaned against the wall. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Probably already waking up.” Carlos slumped into a nearby chair, still visibly shaken. He buried his face in his hands, exhaling hard. Manuel narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Carlos looked up slowly. “What do you think?” Manuel groaned. “Carlos, come on. This isn’t just some fling. This is your father we’re talking about....the man you’ve walked away from for years. You told me last night that he owns S

Carlos leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “You see, Sarah, Marco has a lot of enemies. A *lot* of enemies. And you? Well, you’re just a loose end. Unfortunately for you, loose ends don’t get to walk away.” I jerked back, my body instinctively trying to pull away from him even though I was bound. “You’re insane,” I spat, my voice trembling with both fear and anger. “Marco will come for me. And when he finds out what you’ve done, he’ll come for you, too. You’re making a huge mistake.” Carlos stood up straight, chuckling to himself. “Oh, I’m counting on him coming for you. But by the time he gets here…” He glanced around the room, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “It’l

On Sunday, Carlos was still upset … although, to be honest, even he himself couldn't identify the true cause of his continued bad temper. He no longer knew if because of Brian's stupidity, Sara's lies, or because of himself, for having been a coward for not expressing his feelings when he had the opportunity. If he had, she would never have gone into Brian's arms and nothing bad would have happened. **«»** Night came and the Mon'tblank opened its doors. Carlos was in the kitchen, giving some instructions to the staff when one of the security officers approached to inform him:

Pete’s breath caught. Carlos stepped forward, inching into Paul’s face. “You think you can walk around like nothing happened? Like no one knows? Come on, Paul. Everyone loves the golden boy twins. Perfect, inseparable, shiny. But if people knew what you really were…” “Say it,” Paul cut in. Carlos blinked. Paul’s jaw clenched. “Say what you think we are.” Carlos smirked, testing him. “Disgusting.” Paul didn’t punch him. But the stillness in him cracked in the silence. Then he stepped closer, chest nearly touching Carlos’s.

Dan sat on Marlon's desk, his right leg balancing his weight flat on the ground while his left dangled freely above the floor and I leaned on the wall across from him. "Our families were close. Your parents were best friends since time immemorial and I always had an eye on your mother. During our time in college, they made their relationship official and it pissed me off because I had told Val, your mother, how I felt." He started, shifting his balance from one leg to another.

Some are crying because of happiness, and some are because of sadness. "Angela." I turned around when I heard a familiar voice called me. I was surprised when I saw Carlo, the one I met at Lucifer's company. He's wearing a corporate attire. "Carlo." I smiled at him. "It's so nice to see you again. What are you doing here?" He smiled back at me. "I was with the Director." "Oh really?" I just remembered, I haven't told Carlo yet that Lucifer is my boyfriend. "Yes, you're waiting for him right?"

How did it go with Daniela? I typed back quickly, She's scared. And Carlos is planning something. We need to talk. But as I reached my car, I could see Carlos across the parking lot, standing next to a black Mercedes with dark windows. He was talking to a large man in a dark suit—Marcus, I guessed. Their conversation looked intense and private. Carlos looked up and saw me watching. Even from fifty feet away, I could see his smile, cold and hungry like a predator. He said something to Marcus, who nodded and got into the driver's seat. Then Carlos walked toward his own car, pulling out his phone as he moved.

If I mentioned her, someone might recognize her. Maël played his part flawlessly, glaring at me with the same disdain as before, as if I were some attention-seeking nuisance. That’s exactly what I’d asked him to do—but you can never trust the stillness of those you’ve tasted. Desire and powerlessness are a sleeping typhoon, always threatening to wake. I studied Carlos and his youngest son, searching for any hint of tension between them. Nothing. Either my instincts failed me, or Maël was telling the truth: the scars were from the gym.