Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

Malèna: and when will you be back Carlos: shortly Malèna: little time is not a date Carlos Carlos: I'll be here soon Malèna: I love you Carlos: I love you too I'm in love. He said to himself. Carlos was a young man of twenty-eight, a child from a good family without any problem, he then took over his father's business at the age of twenty-six because he was the eldest of a family. of three children, he lived in Belgium before his father was murdered by poisoning. It was a hard time for him and his family because his father was the backer of their family he now finds himself at the head of his family.

Replied Ka-rin cooly. X had been taught the importance of family, as he knew there was very little that he had. His parents had only told him that it was just them and that the was the last descendant of the Han Clan. Outside of the conversation that he had overheard, he knew he had relatives but no such immediate family. Judging from Ka-Rin’s facial expression, he knew that his pure grey eyes had meant that he was definitely of pure blood. It was definitely not wrong when he said he was the last direct descendant of the the Han Clan.

The first figure to appear in the doorway was not Geneva, nor her security team, but a face Alex had believed he might never see again—older, more weathered, but unmistakable. "Hello, son," said Carlos Rodriguez. "I believe it's time we discussed your inheritance."

“Yes! I thought you meant that about being the best Delta I can be to Enrique! He’s been nothing but good to me – to us. Have you gone mad, Madre?” “Are you going to defy your madre’s wish?! His family has done nothing but destroy us for centuries! We will get revenge!” she hisses. Carlos flinches, his heart thudding loudly in the room. I glance at the man who sits on the ground, his eyes full of sadness and regret. Signs that he is not a traitor, but I mask my relief as I continue to observe the scene before me. “I need to go to him!” Carlos runs towards the door, but he then convulses, falling to his knees. “What have you done to me?”

Carl quickly stand up and bowed his head together with Vasili and Larry. With his cane, he slowly made his way to the couch and sit without the help of anyone. "You are Sullivan's son more than your parents. And I don't deny that my brother is the closest equal to Carlos Petrov. He should be the godfather but because of our gentle Andrea, he chooses to be a prince charming" a scoff sounded from him.

"I see your cousin--Carlos, also wears a ring like this, but it's made of wood." "Yes. Everyone related to the McKenzie and Adams families has a ring like this as a marker, but only direct descendants whose rings are made of silver. Carlos is a member of the Adams family, but he is not a direct descendant because his mother was an Adams, but after marrying, she bears her husband's name so Carlos automatically uses his father's name, Nazaren." Hearing Nicholas' explanation, Josephine felt the doubts about the results of the DNA test she had done were growing, but she still couldn't figure out where she went wrong.

The room felt heavy as Carlos looked at Emiliano with a surprised expression, the gun in his hand slipped and fell to the floor making a thud that startled rhea as she looked at Carlos then at Emiliano, sia's expression was nothing like anyone's "M...my daughter?" Carlos asked in a hoarse tone as if he had something stuck on his throat, he couldn't believe his ears was Emiliano playing a game with him and sia thought the same too how on earth did Rhea become Carlo's daughter

I nodded my head to Lucien's direction who stood firmly, his finger itching to pull the trigger. Carlos slowly nodded his head "I learned today that I have two siblings and my father is very much alive," he answered. "Where is Marcellus?" Lorenzo questioned eagerly, maybe just a little too eagerly. The air went quiet waiting for Carlos to answer. He wasn't going to answer. Why would he? Who willingly sells out their father? or better yet..who would willingly sell out Marcellus Garcia. Unknown to Carlos Lucien had approached swiftly clocking the back of his head with the barrel of his gun.

Carlos was a lost soul, he had been drifting from place to place feeding on locals, drawing attention to our kind. I watched him for a few nights before I approached him. I offered him a home and a way of life in return for his loyalty. He was my first, apart from Demitri but we had grown up together. Carlos was ex military so it was easy to train and I loved that he could follow orders without fuss.

—— The meeting was endless, Carlos is not one to listen, we were just going back and forth and all I wanted to do is to go back home to the kids, I wanted to see them, I wanted to tell them that we are sorry for leaving them with a monster like Caroline and I will never of that again and I wanted to prepare them for what is to come: Ethan will know the truth, if I don’t tell him; someone else will and I will hate for him to find out. “Enough:” Carlos yelled. “You have two days to hand over Bella and the kid, time is ticking and I hope you will do what is right; after two days, I wage a war, one that you have never seen before and I know that you will think you can win, I hate for you to find