Carlos Sainz X Reader Novels & Stories

The thought of Carlos coming to my rescue offers a glimmer of relief amidst the chaos, a flicker of hope that someone will intervene and put an end to this nightmare. “Mine, mother fucker -” there comes a familiar voice and it calms me down eventually. Sighing deeply, I turn my attention to see Carlos standing there, anger simmering on his face. Sean’s expression becomes clear, his grin appears on his face and he chuckles, “Aren’t you a clever man, Carlos Sinclair?” tucking his hands into his pocket, he continues, “Faking your death and you think no one will find out?”

Miguel asked sharply, noticing the hesitation. Carlos shifted uncomfortably. “Just… I couldn’t help but notice Miss Ximena Antonio has been making headlines lately.” Miguel’s eyes narrowed instantly. “What about her?” Carlos cleared his throat. “She’s doing very well for herself, sir. I read that her latest collection is getting attention from several international investors. Quite impressive.” Miguel didn’t reply. He simply stared at Carlos until the young assistant got the message and quietly backed out of the room. As soon as the door closed, Miguel ran a hand down his face and leaned forward again. Why did hearing that bother him? Why did the thought of her winning, thriving, and living

“I’m wearing the team colors underneath, if you need visual confirmation of my loyalty.” “Hell yes. Open the damn gate, Carlos!” Santiago barks toward the gatehouse. Carlos Mendes, the arena security guard, doesn't hesitate to buzz the lock. As the gate swings inward, Isaac doesn’t walk—he lunges. Santiago drops his duffle bag, meeting him halfway, and suddenly the parking lot vanishes. There is only the rough press of Isaac’s body against his, the frantic clash of teeth and tongues, and the low, vibration of a growl deep in Santiago’s throat.

Xander was enough to trouble me. Carlos was silent, looking dead into my eyes. Then his smirk returned as he spoke. “That just means that I am more experienced and have a bigger dick than your ex. Isn’t it better?” How shameless! I shoved gently at his chest, the rock solid, unmovable mountain of muscles, begging meekly. “I am just an omega. It’s wrong. We shouldn’t ...” However, Carlos caught my hand, holding it against him. “But it feels right, princess.”

We have to save Shaina! I opened my mind link to Alqamar but the distance between us must be so far that I can't connect with him. Damn it! "What do you want?" Gray asked trying to calm himself down. Carlos smirked and let go of Shaina's hair. "I want her..." Carlos said and pointed me. My heart beat faster. My hands turned cold as I looked at Carlos. My eyes turned to Gray and I saw how he clenched his jaw. "You can't," Gray said intently. Carlos laughed.

The Reyes Mansion stood in front of us. Its grand front looked more scary than welcoming after my days in the hospital. Carlos drove the Mercedes-Maybach S-Class car through the iron gates with one hand. His other hand held my knee tight. Next to me in the back seat, Daniela hummed softly, looking at her phone like we hadn't just had the most painful quiet car ride of my life. _*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> "Home sweet home," Carlos said loudly through the car. "The workers have set up everything for you to get better, my love."

She shouldn't have this kind of feeling. They finished eating and headed home. In the car, Carlos was sleeping. Alex couldn't help but to examine his face by glancing at him secretly. He actually doesn't look bad at all. In fact, he is handsome. He has pointed nose and his eyelashes are too long and dark. He is not bad to be anyone's boyfriend. He is not bad to be Alex's boyfriend.

I stiffen, every instinct screaming at me to turn away, but the soles of my feet were planted to the ground. I swallow hard, feeling everyone’s eyes on me, waiting to see what I’ll do. My mind is spinning with everything the seers said, with the scent of him that still lingers in my nostrils, and the pull I felt to this place. I don’t know what to believe anymore. But what I do know right now is that… I need answers. And he has them. Carlos’ POV Xavier is one persistent son of a bitch. I, for one, think he has lost his mind.

his foreign accent compliment the manly tone of his voice which I think added appeal to him. He stand the same height as Sain and both has the same body frame. Looking at the two, you will immediately figure out that they both resemble each other. The only difference is Sixto Calexco facial feature is mature yet softer compare to Sain who always has a serious face when talking to people around him.

Carlos points forward, his hand shivering as it lands on the cars ahead of them, without saying anything. Mr. Santiago follows his hand, and as it lands on the cars, his heart palpitates, and sudden beads of sweat wash over him. The Villes are here already! What should I do? What should I do? Gosh! Fuck! "Carlos, I know they're here to cause trouble. But they have no right to obstruct my entrance! What manner of disrespect is this! I'll never let them off!" Mr. Santiago barks, trying to appear bold while shivering inside.