Carlos De Vil Novels & Stories

Carlos was so disappointed with his words "You didn't saw her eyes, Gil. Eyes which was speaking so many things to me. As far as I know, she was never the girl to betray you." "That means my father and that DNA report was wrong... Also, her family members killed my father the master of Vampires what do you say about it?" said Gil in annoyance. "I don't know... I don't know Gil. I just believe that something is hidden with all those things. And we need to find it" said Carlos trying to convince Gil. "I am not interested in finding anything. Definitely not related to my father's murderer..." said Gil coldly. But Carlos got out of the car and said "I don't care what you are interested in but I

"I gotta say, why did you come so late? Looks like they’re almost done eating. Why didn’t you wait until they were married before showing up?" "Carlos, if you say anything like that again, don’t bother coming to Vernon in the future." Carlos enjoyed living in the country, and whenever he had time off, he’d visit Vernon. He even bought a villa here, designed exactly the way he liked it, and stayed there whenever he came back. "Forget I said anything." To keep a better watch on Hazel and Charles, Carlos had moved to a more convenient spot. They were sitting in the corner, peering at Hazel and her table with shifty eyes.

he asked with a hopeful expression. Czar looked puzzled. "Why are you suddenly interested in the women in Alessandro's life?" he inquired skeptically. Carlos smiled sheepishly. He doesn't want to reveal his feelings in front of anyone until Olivia agrees to marry him. "Nothing, Yesterday Mom was feeling bad that my cousin was working hard. So I thought a woman might help him to relax a little bit?" he half lied about his sudden interest. Czar didn't look like he believed Carlos. But he let it slide.

Just a rumor that no one was bold enough to say it loud lest they get themselves dragged out of their own houses at night. Anyway, Don was waiting for rest results the doctor had taken a few minutes back. By his bedside was the favorite of his wives. The only one who was able to conceive a baby girl but it died in its mother's womb and she had a still birth. She was seated with a magazine at hand, thumbing through the pages. There was also someone else in there. Don's right hand man and his aid de camp, the general of his entire army, Carlos was his name. Bald head, no beard making him look like an egg, hearing device in his left ear, red tie white shirt and black suit and he had this nasty

he admitted quietly. He looked at my drawing. “Honestly, you already look like this guy.” Bella agreed. I didn’t know what to do with that. When Mr. McCoy reached our table, he paused at mine. “Good work, Villarreal,” he said. “Probably the best in the class.” When he walked away, everyone stared. “Who’s Villarreal?” Mason asked. “It’s his last name, idiot.” Jason said. For once, they got something right. I look at my drawing and as I stare at it, I think to myself that maybe I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was.