Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

He appeared to be in perfect shape and still looked hot even after returning from war. Carlos was the precious son of Alpha Varlos and Goldmoon pack's successor. As the pack's apparent heir and the incoming Alpha, he had been putting in a lot of training. To please his father, he had engaged in numerous wars, discovered numerous treasures, and even vanquished an entire pack. He was his father's pride and joy, and the entire pack looked up to him as the next worthy Alpha of Goldmoon pack. "Long live the prince!" The pack members bowed to him respectfully and said in unison. Carlos smiled warmly at them as he passed by, followed closely by some sentinels.

Cristian walked closer to Angela. Angela is still sitting in her oversized chair. "There is something that makes the Director of the GU company come here," exclaimed Angela. "Can I sit down?" Cristian exclaimed as he pointed to the chair beside him, right facing Angela, just blocked by a work desk. "Please." Cristian sat there and sighed. "I just found out that you were one of the descendants of the Calief family. I also just found out that you are Caroline's stepbrother, "cried Cristian, and Angela was still silent.

he asked, his voice rising half an octave, like he’d just found buried treasure in an old drawer. "Romanova." Pascha whispered. I gave a polite smile. “Ignacio.” “From Madellin, right?” he went on, eyes narrowing. “Don Carlos Sr.’s granddaughter? I met your father, Carlos Junior, in Guadalajara. Full of energy, way too into salsa, and absurdly proud of the family’s tobacco legacy.” I nodded slowly. “That sounds like him.” Pascha stayed silent beside me, his gaze fixed on Ignacio with that signature quiet that could drop a room’s temperature by two degrees.

Carlos uttered bitterly. “What secret?” Gina asked, crossing her hands together. “That I’m the real father of Henry,” He voiced, leaving his mother’s mouth wide in shock. “Oh my Goodness. If you are the father of Henry, that means…” Gina was going to say but her son quickly interrupted. “Yes mother, I’m the man Miriam hates the most because I was the one who had ruined her life!” Carlos said, his mother was too stunned to speak while she wrapped her mouth in shock.

I put down my fork and knife and looked at him with a complex expression on my face that was a mixture of joy and bashfulness. "You've been performing very well lately, Carlos. And Dad, the Don of the Carozza Famiglia, has finally approved of you. "He said that once you've handled this last sum of money for the Famiglia to prove your ability and loyalty to us, you'll also become the joint heir to the entire Carozza family with me." It was just a lie that I fabricated, but it seemed to have caused a mini explosion in Carlos' mind. He was so ecstatic and overjoyed that he turned incoherent while looking at me with love and gratitude.

“You both can decide that. I was getting to learn that Juan was the youngest but very good with computers. Luis was the fighter, he looked like putting bullets in people was a hobby, he was all brawns and tattoos and no shirt. Carlos was cool at the same time very hot. Always clothed. I hadn’t even seen anything lower than his neck. He called the shots. I turn to him. “How about you start by untying me? I could be useful to you.” “You mean opening your legs and asking us to fuck you in turns?” Carlos spat. He looked mad. What did my father ever do to him? “Calm down Carl.” I asked again. “What exactly do you guys want from my dad?” Louis angrily turned wrapped his hands around my throat and

"Yes, there are a lot of things going on. I'm a descendant of a god, right? so, I don't have to keep my promise to the demon!" ***

He said nothing anymore and just, let the silent take over. After what felt like hours to him, he heard Elaine sigh and he glanced at her immediately, "who are you?" She asked. Carlos took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, "I am Carlos.... Prince Carlos Maxwell Appleton, I'm a Briton" he chuckled softly, "eh, I don't know what else to add there" he paused "em, okay, I'm unmarried, like I told you before. My father is King William Dennis Appleton, my mom is Isabelle Maria Appleton and my baby sister is, Angel Aria Appleton. Em..." He scratched his head nervously, "what else should I add?" He looked at her, he could swore he heard her giggle softly and it somehow improved his mood.

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

Silence. "What do you mean Carlos isn’t your father? What are you telling me?" "Carlos isn’t my biological dad," he huffed before continuing. "Here’s the story: My mother cheated on him, okay? That’s it." "What do you…? That’s it?" The same gesture as before—his tongue prodding at his molars. "Mom cheats, gets pregnant by someone else, and he forgives her. That’s why I still carry Carlos’ last name, but obviously, because he’s a Saravia, and because of our laws and customs…"