Carlos And Mal Novels & Stories

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:

“Wow. I'm beyond shocked now. Jay Adams going crazy over some mere lowly unknown woman. How many know you are sleeping around with your assistant secretary? You know, I thought it was weird when I was told you appointed a young beautiful woman as your assistant secretary. You have never had a younger woman as a secretary let alone an assistant secretary. So I was curious. When my lawyer told me he found no dirt on you I didn't believe it. But then I figured there could be dirt in places I never expected.” Jay's face scrunched with disgust. “You are becoming too chatty. Let her go and you will get all you want.” Carlos lowered his gun. “Fine. Let's see what you got. Get past my men and I will

Suddenly, Antonio's screams of pain filled the air. "Antonio!" Becca cried. Joe heaved with anger and laid a punch on Dan's subtle jaw, the exact place he was massaging. He then made an attempt to go back inside but the house blew, sending him and Dan flying away from the house. "This is rough," Baldowski concluded. I replied with silence as I concentrated on the screen.

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.

Williams sidled over, joining the conversation stating, "Unfortunately for you, Mila is already interning at my company." My heart fluttered as Mr. Williams stared Carlos down, his dark eyes locking in. It was like he was staking his claim which was so sexy, it was making my core surge. They had seen one another the night of the S&M bar. I hoped this wouldn't turn into an argument. Carlos sat back with a wrinkle of his nose, narrowing his eyes. Then relaxing his face suddenly he wagged his finger nodding. "Now I realize where I know you, " he said to Mr. Williams. My stomach knotted but Mr Williams remained still, casual and came closer as Carlos spoke.