Carlos From Descendants Two Novels & Stories

One by one, Darius listened to their tales, their voices carrying the weight of time and memory. The stories revealed Carlos's journey, from the moment he had been found as an orphaned pup, his mysterious origins, and the way he had been embraced by the pack as one of their own. Darius nodded as he listened to each and every side of the story, it was then he realized that Carlos was never a member of their clan but was brought in as an orphan during the war between their clans and their dearest enemy. How he managed to live among them without someone like him knowing his true identity needed to be studied.

"Come on, he wasn't expecting you guys to come back with him today. It's going to take time, you just have to keep looking carefully let’s go" Carlos was like the second in command to Don. His most trusted soldier and right hand man. Trusted and certified to sign off on other duties in the family including business. And his word was always an echo of the Don's so they had no option but to believe him. Besides it was not like he was asking them nicely, it was an order and another such order would have forced him to drag them out of the car to his feet.

Carlos claimed to be the son of the Truman family; he should have a rather high status in the family. However, Henry did not have such a person in mind. Could he be a fake? He did not look like a fake, though. Carlos? Henry managed to remember vaguely. Carlos seemed to be the descendant of someone from another branch of the Truman family. Henry had no patience in continuing to read about him when he saw Carlos' name. After all, it was a waste of brain capacity to store the information of such an insignificant person. Henry did not expect to meet Carlos there. Robert was kneeling at their family's ancestral temple. There was no sadness in his eyes; there was even a trace of relief.

“You guys finished?” The friendly woman nodded and replied, “This is the last one. Yours is not finished yet?” The man there walked closer, answering, “You see the portal itself is still bright. Man, even though I thought the First Earth wouldn't have many crossbred! I can't believe the portal that I maintain has pulled three crossbreeds from there! Fortunately, the Dark Portal works as desired. If not, I can't imagine what would happen if children from other languages ​​came into the ‘car’.”

Is Carlos the father of the triplets? The various questions that were going through Josephine's mind made her nervous. She didn't know how to react to this sudden thing now and in front of Nicholas. "I've never been to any villas, in Green, White, or Blue Valley," added Josephine flatly. "You mistook me for someone else." Carlos turned his gaze to Nicholas and caught an astonished reaction in the corner of his cousin's eye. Six years ago, one early morning, Jayden returned to his mansion in the early hours of the morning, then locked himself in his room until the afternoon of the next day.

– says Charles, very pale, showing nervous. —Good evening, Carlos. - my father replies with the face of few friends. — Let’s go to my room. My father goes ahead, leaving me and Carlos following him behind. I face Carlos, who avoids my gaze. Then I approach and ask, almost like a breath: — What are you doing here? —Proving. - replies Carlos, passing in front of me. My father sits in his wine chair while smoking his pipe. I sit on the couch next to his armchair, leaving Carlos alone on the couch in front of us. His leg is choppy, as well as his hands that twist. He takes a deep breath and then he shoots:

Upon parting ways with Reggie, she said she'd try Carlos again and let me know. She also said Carlos is an Alux, or a descendant rather. He lost most his Fae abilities from his bloodline being watered down with the humane race. He is, however, good at finding safe houses and blending in the shadows.

[Christmas] I’m letting my tears to fall together as the rain drops coming from the grey sky. I am watching him who is looking at me without tears for my mom’s death. An evil smile glimpsed at his face before he turned his back at me. In the first place that I saw Carlos, I never like him. He is just 2 years older than me and yea, my mom become his sugar mommy. Gross! But that isn’t bothering me this moment. “Christmas, let’s go!” Carlos shouted, standing right in front of the car waiting for me.

the father said. Someone could die? Carlos glanced down subconsciously, was he that terrible by getting married to Romina. He stared keenly at his parents, not knowing what else to say he walked out. TBC

Ka-Rin had moved to the front, if not she too would have been stuck. “My dear daughter, I was doomed already. The weight of the hammer had already put a lot of strain on my heart, it was only a matter of time before I would pass. The arrow was meant to strike X, but found me instead. I am happy that it choose me and not you two. Yes, if it were not for X’s attempt to deflect it, he would have been the one to pass; but I would have soon followed. All hope would have been lost, as he is the last direct descendant.” Alyisha breath was heavy and started to become painful.