Novel & Cerita Carlos Descendants 1

“Maybe he just misses the version of you who needed him.” Laura snorted. “Well, she’s gone.” He glanced at her, and for a second, his gaze flickered—pleased. Then she tilted her head, shifting the topic. “Do you have any siblings?” Carlos blinked at the sudden change but didn’t hesitate. “I had a brother,” he said casually, like reciting a weather report. “Older than me by a couple years.” Laura raised her eyebrows. “Oh? Where is he now?” Carlos smirked. “Dead.”

he finally says, pulling Carlos’s smaller hands into his own, careful to keep his voice neutral. It was Leo’s dream to find his soulmate and now Carlos has and it’s anything but the fairytale they both envisioned when they were pups. “Carlos, you know that you’re going to have to go back to him,” he continues in the same, soothing voice. “You’ll get sick. The bond needs to settle.” Carlos doesn’t want to go back to him but there are consequences if he doesn’t return to Ricardo’s side. “He’s from White Peak. They. . . revolted I think. Against him.”

This particular Bronton beauty was admired by her housemates for her intelligence, dependability and beauty. Both house representatives now stand on each side of their respective dorm houses, staring down at each other as their housemates cheered behind them. It was the one-on-one duel that rarely happened during a fight. To the left we have Carlos Grey, the representative of the House of the Midnight Wolves at 17, entering the center of the battlefield as aggressively as ever, which he was known for. The thing about him was that, he managed to blend his abrasive, clumsy attitude with what looked like the body of a male model. He was effortlessly attracted by the fairer sex for his straight

Carlos knew everything that was at stake. All of the legacy wasn’t going to matter if there was nobody to inherit it. He needed an heir, he needed his heir but Carlos had decided that he wasn’t going to rule. He groaned as his thoughts started to swallow him up. He ran his hands through his hair and slapped his forehead. Things around the house has been a little tense ever since he killed the maid. Everybody has been extra careful around him just so he doesn’t rip out their throats in anger, in his rage. Well, he did want the people to fear him and that was working out for him just fine, only it wasn’t working out the way he wanted it to work out. He was angry at the world, at himself, at hi

' 'Did you tell anyone that I have a daughter? 'You know I will never tell anyone about Yolanda, she's like a sister to me, even if she's a spoiled brat. She's far too precious to me and you know that.' True, Carlos has been there for me through thick and thin. We were there for each other ever since we started this path since childhood. We didn't have a choice, my father was the king of all mobsters, believe it or not, he ruled them all and Carlos's father was his right-hand man. It was naturally my duty to become the heir after he was killed. I didn't care much because I love what I do. However, what I do doesn't work with care or emotions, I learned that the hard way when my father killed

There were ducks swimming on the lake while pigeons were on the ground pecking on the concrete floor looking for food i guess. I sat on a bench and leaned on the back rest. That guy has been following me for a week now, he introduced himself as Shan Zhao and that he was working for the imperial family. I almost laughed when i heard that, but he told me he was serious. I tried to be serious too and decided to listen to whatever he has to say which i shouldn't have done, what he said next was what made me laugh, rolling on the ground. "You are the descendant of the great Emperor. And the imperial family needs you. " He said.

He was my Beta for a reason, and it wasn’t just because he was my best friend. Carlos knew all the ways to have a grown man crying for his mother in mere minutes, and he had fun doing it too. I’d seen him hum while torturing a man and I’d seen him have dinner while covered from head to toe in blood. “He’s from the Northern pack. He says that he was sent to spy on our borders and take back reports,” Carlos said. “According to him, they weren’t looking for anything in particular. He swears that’s all he knows.”

He just lowered his head, his chin touching his chest, and kept trembling. Maxton turned his head slightly toward Carlos, who was standing in the shadows behind him. "Carlos," Maxton said. "What is going on here? Does this man have another daughter I don't know about?" Caleb shook his head frantically without looking up. "No! I only have one daughter! Alyssa! You know her!" Maxton looked back at Carlos, his eyebrows raised and Carlos instantly stepped forward into the light, his face full of confusion and rising anger.

"My half-sister, to be exact. I only found out about her existence a few months ago." Isabelle felt her knees buckle as she plopped down into a chair. "I don't understand. How is that possible?" He set a hand in his hair, the telling gesture that he was agitated, and ran his hand through. "You remember how we were researching my ancestry, searching for details about my father?" Isabelle nodded slowly. Orphaned young, Carlos had been raised by distant relatives who knew little about his parents. "It turns out my father had a family before he met my mother," Carlos went on. "She contacted me after she'd done some pedigree research. She didn't know about me, either."

"I've already won." Mariana feels the tension rise, and her heart skips a beat. As Diego is about to say something, Carlos pulls a piece of paper out of his coat. "I have something for you, Diego." Something that will make everything different. The room is quiet. Carlos opens the paper, and the words on it hit him like a bomb. "You thought your family's legacy was safe?" You thought you were in charge? Carlos looks straight at Diego and sneers. "The truth is, your bloodline is already in danger. Now it's time to put an end to this once and for all.