Carlos Castaneda Books In Order Novels & Stories

I was the bastard son of Castello after all, the one who had been conceived from secret fucks behind his perfect looking family, my siblings and step mother, who all hated me and would be ready to start an attack. "I am curious, Ferrara, why did you fuck the Petrov girl? It wasn't in your plan." Carlos halted my train of thoughts, almost startling me with his question. Almost. I reclined against the seat and stared into his eyes, "it's not any of your fucking business who I decide to fuck, you weren't curious before." But my intimidating gaze didn't work on Carlos. He made no attempt to call me out on my bullshit, but he didn't back down either ways, and maintained his gaze, making me aware

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

Lucy's head perked up at the noise. “Miguel wants a new business arrangement and alliance that includes Ricci’s ‘merchandise’ after the stunt that was pulled with Moretti.” This wasn’t good news. The Sinaloa Cartel’s leader Miguel Stefanos, was a lethal mother fucker who had no business entering the skin trade. If he entered the ring along with his drug and gun smuggling, he would be untouchable. Beneficial for me but not when I was trying to take down Ricci especially with an alliance. “Cazzo!” I cursed. I sucked my lip into my teeth before asking, “when?”

Carlos firmly clarified. “And what about… Linda White, Hannah Dil, and Savannah Knight?” Kate named. “What’s your relationship with them?” “I have no relationship with Linda White and Hannah Dil. I never gave them any of my time,” Carlos revealed. “Savannah is only a friend. Nothing more." “And no, I haven’t slept with anyone of them. I.” Carlos paused before repeating, “I haven’t been intimate with anyone.” ‘He hasn’t done it with anyone?’ His admission echoed in her head repeatedly. Kate did not know why. Perhaps it was the relief that overwhelmed her that she unwittingly asked, “So… I'll be your first?”

“Do you think it’s wise to make fun of my son in my territory?” We froze. Miguel Cattaneo stood in the doorway. Black suit. Expressionless. His men swept in behind him like a storm, fast and efficient. We tried to reach for our own weapons, but it was too late. His soldiers had already moved in. Precise. Clean. Then they dragged in four bodies and dropped them at our feet. Damian: disoriented, bloody, but alive. Sareena: unconscious. Pale. No visible injuries. Sophia: tense, silent, her hands zip tied.

he says and I let out a loud laugh as my eyes meet his and I put the bat down and take my leather jacket off and I place it neatly on the back of the chair. “You don’t get it, do you?” I ask and his brows furrow as he looks at me and when it hits him, he takes a large gulp of air and I nod my head a few times. I can see the wheels turning in his head as I take a few steps to the bars of the cell and I slam the bar onto the metal and Carson lets out a high-pitched scream. “Wow, never took you for a screamer,” I say, unlocking the cell and stepping inside while Carson takes another step back with his eyes wide as he looks at my hand where I hold the bat that rests against my shoulder.

At first, the throbbing pain in my head made it hard to adjust to my surroundings, but my senses sharpened when I heard him speak. “You’re finally awake, Mr. De Castello.” Dressed in a nude brown suit and black loafers, the man with a thin moustache returned to his seat after he passed the empty cup to one of his men. He pulled out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. His voice was filled with excitement as he spoke, “My apologies about the little scuffle we had on the streets. Its just I have been wanting to meet you for some time now so I had to devise some sort of plan first-”

But with Rose on my side, I felt like I had a fighting chance. As I settled into my desk, a flood of thoughts raced through my mind, but one name stood out: Carlos. With everything unravelling around me, Nathan’s battles, Katrina’s games, and the looming threat of Steve and Uncle Jesse, I realized I needed to tie up loose ends, and Carlos was one of them. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of what I was about to do sinking in.

Carlos made them untie Daciana, anyone that sees her right now will know that she is gullible, a very weak lady. "Take her to the car" he instructed. One of the men stepped forward and lifted Daciana up, he flung her on his shoulder and disappeared out of the room. This place is isolated, it is Carlos secret hideout where he carry out all his legal and illegal operations. Especially wolf exorcism. The weak girl couldn't move any part of her body before she can think of protesting or scream for help.

No woman had ever spoken to him with such authority, and it only made him more curious. Carlos slowly walked out of the casino and back to his car, his mind racing with thoughts of Nyx. As he slid into the driver’s seat, he turned to his PA sitting beside him. "Call Jack," Carlos ordered. "Tell him to speed up the plans for taking down Hades." His PA nodded, immediately reaching for the phone.