Carrero Novels & Stories

style. He carried me out of the noisy bar.

While they let loose with the whacky dance moves and even crazier hair, Lena felt her concern for the boy that she’d fallen for, slip away. Little did she know that over at Harrison’s house, Mikaela the Siren had sunk her claws even deeper into the young man, making him completely forget that he had even had a crush on Lena. ~0~ “Hello Cranmoore! We’re back!!” Dawn announced loudly as she got out of the car the second Lena had pulled up outside of Carter House, their student accommodation on campus. Lena shook her head, an amused smile on her face while the students just gave the younger witch strange looks before continuing on their way.

"Remember what is at cost if he finds out who you are and that I am behind this. That party will turn into a shootout instantly and the blood will be on your hands." I nodded. "Who is this man?" I asked. "I don't have secure ownership over the trading territory in Caracas. There is another cartel rivalling for it, fighting for it, refusing to give up. It's like a war and I lose men to it every single day. This man is the Kingpin to the other cartel, Richardo Gonzalez." As he said the name, his tongue lashed with spite like it was poison to his lips. "So, he must die," Andrea concluded. "And then Caracas will be mine."

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

That sneaky Arsehole. You get one Carrero … Not again. I feel so stupid that I almost fell for it. In fact, I DID fall for it. Arsehole. Utter Prick. Carrero is a devious snake, and he probably gives no more shits about tonight than he does about some random girl on the street going through the same ordeal. It’s all just a gameplay and another level of how he operates. He wanted my little sad backstory and now he has it, and I am left furious that he would pull the gentle hero card while I am in a fragile state.

Jason inquired, knowing that if the race was going to hold it'd be nice to bring Scarlet along. “I have everything set up, waiting for your father and his Baby,” Carrillo responded, “Are you sure you can win this?” Jason asked, as he raised his eyes to look at Carrillo. “I'm a wizard when it comes to wheels,” Carrillo assured Jason that he was going to win the race. “It's the city of Italy, I know the routes to take, and if the road isn't busy. It'll be hell let loose, I won't remove my foot from the clutch.” He said to himself, picking another chunk of meat.

Colin said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that," I said, biting my lips. It's getting hot in here. "It's okay," he laughed. "I'm Colin, and you are?" "I'm Cara." "Nice to meet you, cara. We'll go ahead." He was smiling when he went out of the store, and he even introduced himself and asked my name. I was smiling too much right now, but still, I'm shy because I embarrassed myself in front of him again, but I think it's okay, right? He's good-looking.

“You once told me a Caro woman must be the calm in the storm. But what if she’s the storm itself?” Camila set her glass down, fingers trembling slightly, the porcelain clinking with deceptive gentleness. Her gaze moved past Elise, briefly catching her own reflection—an older version of herself, faded by decades spent managing family interests, orchestrating alliances, and quietly steering the intricate politics between Caro influence and D’Amaro power. Camila Caro wasn’t just the perfect hostess; she was the architect behind the family’s survival. She arranged strategic marriages, mediated tense negotiations, and when needed, summoned men like Matteo D’Amaro directly—because she understood t

“Don found a new representative at E corp after I told him what happened to the pervert.” “Who is it?” “His name is Tommy, he's American. I haven't personally met him but from what I heard, he's a good puppet.” “That's good. How did the shipment go in Spain?” “It was a success, Carter kept his word. Our next mission should be in Colombia. The cartel boss there sells quality products. He's the one that distributes it to the Koreans.” “Get me more information about him, we need them if we want to work with him.”