Carlos Oliveira Novels & Stories

I’m average height at five six, and I feel statuesque with the added four inches. “Our work here is done.” Carlos says in his thick accent. His assistant said nothing as she buzzed around, seemingly reading his mind. “I would like to stick around for the reveal if that would be alright. I love a good jaw drop moment.” He chuckles and the rest of the group follows suit.

Aranjo still closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the man's body that was stuck right in his. Aranjo's tiny hand was placed on the King's chest, but still not moving. Something belonging to the King, attached to the abdomen of Aranjo began to react. This made Aranjo open her eyes and look up at the King who was so tall that Aranjo was only as tall as the man's chest.

Me: Montreal Carlos: Canada must be awesome Me: yes, except when it's cold like now for example Carlos: it was for her that you exiled here Me: it's a gift from my grandmother, we wanted a change of scenery Carlos: and you have chosen well. How old are you without indiscretion? Me: the age of a woman does not say do you know?! Carlos: not in Brazil I laughed Me: how old are you giving me?! Carlos: I’m 20 years old for sure, but the exact age I don’t know, I’m really bad on this side Me: I'm twenty-two and soon I'll be twenty-three and you?!

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.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

he whined playfully. Sara is a cheerleader and is crazy for Carlos. But the thing is, she is crazy and does some weird stuff like visiting graveyards at midnight and collecting weird stuff. Kyle shared about it with Hera and Olivia, who are amused at Carlos Misery. Hera and Olivia giggled. Carlos is a blond who is six feet tall and has brown eyes. He is funny and outgoing. He is a talented player. "Ok, we will be there" they promised in unison.

, Ashley asked again . " Yes , I'm his right hand " , Carlos said coldly . " What do you do for him exactly ? " , Ashley asked curiously . " As a right hand , Rafael gives me his full confidence and I give him my total loyalty . Thus , he gives me the most delicate and important tasks. And it's up to me too to take care of his businesses when he isn't there or when he is busy with something or someone else " , Carlos explained to Ashley . " Ah !! I see now . You are like his best friend then and you must know everything about him even his little secrets " , Ashley replied .

He says. “No. Now we will have to part ways. Our work is accomplished, so there is no need for us to be in touch anymore.” I say. “Yeah. I agree. It was nice doing business with you, Olivia.” He says. “Same here Carlos. I will surely miss you.” I say. “I will miss you more.” He says.

Carlos continued. "I did, amigo! He said he knows nothing about them, amigo." "Liar," Carlos said, shaking his head. "But did you get the stuff that I asked you to collect from him?" "Yes, I did, amigo." "Great work, Pablo," Carlos said, nodding his head. "Great work! You can leave now." "But I haven't even started watching the soccer match, amigo. I don't even know who is winning in the match between my soccer team and their brother, Everton, amigo."

He smiles and wide introduces himself. “The name’s Carlos.”