Carmen The L Word Novels & Stories

My pussy clenched at his crude words despite the fear. Ronan’s gray eyes burned into mine. “Would you like me to make those rumors true, Liora?” I couldn’t answer. My heart was pounding too hard. He reached down and tilted my chin up with two fingers. “Speak,” he commanded softly. “I… I want you,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “But I’m terrified. This job is everything to me. My family depends on it. If this goes wrong, you could destroy me.” Something shifted in his expression, a flicker of understanding mixed with raw hunger.

“Alright, it’s eight-thirty. I need to get this drunk woman home.” Carmen snorts. “Who’s drunk? I’m not drunk.” Her words slur halfway through. I laugh. “Do you need help to the car?” Lucy waves me off. “No, I got her. Come on, girl.” Carmen stands, wobbling a little, and turns to hug me. “You’re a good man, Jay. Too bad you got stuck with that whore.” I blink. “Okay, Carmen.” Aria’s cracking up. “Let’s just get her home before she starts another sermon.”

Another. “Hey!” someone yelled. She dodged a taxi. A bus screeched. “Get off the road!” But she kept going. A Lamborghini truck roared toward her, fast. Too fast. Her breath caught. It wasn’t slowing. The horn blasted so loud it felt like it split the air. Fallon froze mid-step. Lights. Speed. Metal screaming toward her. Someone shouted, “Hey!” She didn’t move. The Lamborghini was too close. Too fast. No brake. No mercy.

I can see the fear starting to take shape on the bitch's face, and it makes me happy to know that my girl is putting that fear inside her. "Use the knife and cut off all her hair," Lily orders. I glance at my girl, wondering what the hell she's up to. This isn't middle school. We gut people with knives, not cut off their hair, but I remain silent and wait to see where she's going with this. Lily has Dog scrape Carmen's head until she's completely bald, not caring that the knife keeps nicking Carmen's scalp. When Dog is finished, Lily snaps a picture. "This will be the one we use for your obituary. This is the Carmen everyone is going to see for the very last time," Pauper states, and shows C

ALPHA RUNE "Have you gotten any word from Ms Mari?" Carmen asked when she came into my study, dressed in blue bum short, a cropped top and a knee high six inches leather boot. She was the most high ranking female in my council and I was fond of her. She was dependable and resilient and smart. I've often suspected that she might but be into me but I've been respectful towards her and have been plain about everything. "No word. It's like she just woke up and disappeared into the night." I said with with in my heart. "It's like she never existed." Carmen was the first person to talk about it after the news broke.

“C13” “FUCK!” a loud curse snapped Heart out of her trance in front of the television. That’s what she heard after the door violently swung open, revealing Lux. “What the f*** is that?” he angrily demanded from his friend, abandoning the visitors he had been talking with a while back. “I don’t know. Lola Carmen supposedly issued the statement,” Vandros replied. “Turn that off!” he insisted, gesturing fiercely at the TV, his mestizo face turning red.

, Carmen motioned him to their bed before going out to smoke the stress her husband gave her. If you think that Brandon is the dominant in the family, you haven't met the real Carmen yet. She's the epitome of legacy, sophistication, power, and dominance. She's the holder of the ancient Regal blood and that's what make her more powerful. "I don't think a stick would help what you're feeling Carmen. Your heart is raging", a soft voice whispered from behind. It was Karma, wearing her infamous mischievous grin. She clung her arm to her mother's before pulling away the cigarette from her.

We don’t know what this girl’s intentions are and we will damn if we let her close to cause her harm. Carmen stops in front of me with a frown on her face. Carley thumbs me in the ribs. I wince but don’t move. “She isn’t going to hurt me. Move aside, Air.” “I don’t know that,” I snark back with a deadpan face. “Girl, he is handsome as sin, but damn is this one a grumpy cat,” Carmen sasses. Ah, I see now; this is who Carely learned to smart-off from. I sort of like the petite lithe blonde.

“I forgot to wave at the ghost of dickheads past.” I let out a little snort and sipped my water. Petty Knox was my favorite Knox. Meanwhile, Carmen was sitting across the room practically shooting laser-beams at Crandon with her eyes. She hadn’t said anything yet, but her jaw was tight, and her foot was tapping a little too fast. “You’re gonna set the carpet on fire with that foot, sweetheart,” Crandon drawled, not even looking at her. Carmen gave him a slow blink and said, “I’d rather set your whole face on fire, but I’m trying to be professional.”

I just couldn't help but smile at the two of them. "Oh, but I think Carmen's glow is all because of Carter's love for her," I said with a wicked grin. "Our boss is really treating her like the queen she is. But he can sometimes ask her to wash his clients' diapers." Both Liam and I burst into laughter at the same time. “ Oh my God, like seriously. I don't know that.” “ Well, she's his favorite. So she always get the best treatment.” “ Really? Then babe, why the hell did you tell him to fuck off," Liam asked.