Carlos De Vil Novels & Stories

"Hey there, no need to be all wound up. I'm just looking to make friends. Check out my ride—it's worth a pretty penny, several hundred thousand dollars at least. "Let me introduce myself. I'm Carlos, the big shot who runs Carlos Real Estate around here. And this car? It's just one in my collection. "And that's not all. I've got a bunch of villas in Drunham City, worth over 15 million bucks. So, don't worry, I'm not some creep. I saw you were new in town and thought I'd offer you a lift." Carlos sidled up to Silvia, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he inhaled her perfume—a scent that sent a jolt of desire straight to his gut.

I plead, sitting in the chair beside him. "No, Dalia... I don't want to hear anything," Carlos continues, looking at me. "Nothing you say will convince me otherwise." "Please, listen to me..." I plead, holding onto his arm. "No, Dalia. Please, no," Carlos says, moving his arm away. He holds my head between his hands, forcing me to look at him, and then says, "I cheated on you." "What?" I ask, confused. "I slept with Duny," Carlos reveals before releasing my head. He covers his face with his hands and continues, "I broke our contract... I failed..."

Viva, a wolf of profound wisdom and inner calm, met with Darius beneath the stars, their voices a gentle whisper in the night. "Darius," Viva began, her eyes reflecting the depths of her knowledge, "Carlos is a wolf of great significance, though the secrets of his past remain veiled. It is as if the forest itself protects his origins. But I sense that the time for truth is drawing near, and the answers you seek may soon reveal themselves." Darius nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He knew that Viva's intuition was not to be taken lightly. With new-found determination, Darius continued his quest, speaking to those wolves who had observed Carlos's unique abilities and his deep connection t

Uncle slammed his hands on the desk. Carlos turned around and walked to the door, but paused by the doorframe. His shoulders heaved, and I knew he was thinking something. Looking back at his father, he shot, “It’s not that Elias is not the right one for this position. You’re worried that crowning him will bring questions, and you’d have to answer them.” His throat bobbed. “Tell them... he’s your bastard son. Elias only wants what’s rightfully his as the eldest Vitale.” ***

The man, Carlos, breathed out. “He is really pushing it,” he said. Then he turned to me. “I heard the warriors whispering; the Luna is here. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Carlos. Second in command at the border,” he said, bowing his head in respect. His neck was straight and bowed, and I was happy. These powerful men are bowing their heads at me; it’s an honour. “Nice to meet you; I am Valeria,” I said. He smiled, raising his head.

It was only mother that sees her to be a saint. "Your highness, it's great to see you." Vivian said with a smile. "Yes, I can see you haven't changed a bit, still clingy and foolish." Carlos said with his most charming smile. Vivian's smile faltered. She almost glared at him. If not because he was the king of Barklull, she would have torn him apart with her words, but she held back. "And you're still the same your highness." She said, pretending that he hadn't offended her. Vincent only shook hands with Carlos.

“Who is Carlos?” “The other half of this club owner, Vinny’s right hand man, and a dear business partner for him, magnifico (gorgeous). And you,” the young man said as he walked up behind them and took her hand, kissing the back of it again, “must be his fiancé.” “Valentina.” “I’m Carlos.” “Pleasure to meet you.” “Believe me, magnifico (gorgeous), the pleasure is all mine. We all wondered who would make Vinny take the plunge.” Someone snorted from behind them and she turned to look at the woman who was standing up and walking over to the group.

Carlos in his magnificent Italian voice spoke. "What? You know I don't smile. It's not my style." Billina said unbiased. "Oh, you don't say. I've seen your bright smile and gorgeous laugh." Carlos replied, a little honestly. Conor was standing there, lost of words. He didn't know that the billionaire bachelor, Carlos Francois De Ville, was the first cousin of billionaire beauty, Billina Bernand. The mother of Carlos was the sister of Billina's mother. And Carlos' mother married an Italian man.

Carlos, Elena's ex-fling and secret admirer, was the one who had attacked her. Rio had sought out Carlos, threatening to expose him as the true culprit behind the attack. He had blackmailed him into revealing his connection with Elena and why he had tried to kill her. Carlos confessed that he had been Elena's ex-girlfriend, and even though their relationship was short-lived, he couldn't bear the thought of her being with another man. He had hoped that if he couldn't have her, then no one could. And so, he had resorted to trying to kill her.

Nothing unusual. "Interesting… but not enough for the boss. I need to go to the source, or I’ll be a dead man." That same day, as soon as his shift ended, Carlos went to the parking lot. He got into his tinted-window car and waited for Vlad to leave so he could follow him. Some time later, Vlad appeared accompanied by Elena. Carlos lowered himself slightly in the seat, watching through the mirrors. Before reaching the car, Vlad stopped briefly. Something had caught his attention. A subtle and unpleasant smell.