Does Carl Lose His Arm Novels & Stories

The Lucas he knows was rational, keen, and wise. But for Lucas to ask him a foolish request, Carl could not believe it for a moment. After a moment of disbelief, Carl threw away Lucas' hand like he had been betrayed. "You bastard! Do you only think of your loved life? How about you think of what will happen to me afterward?! Do you think I can flatter and fool them like how I fool other people?" Carl wanted to yell, but restricting the loud noise in his throat, he lowered his voice at the mention of the Capital.

Carl lunged at me then, his massive frame behind a fist aimed right for my jaw. I ducked out of his path and swung the wrench with everything I had into the side of his kneecap. He hit the floor with a strangled cry, clutching his shattered leg and writhing in agony. Linda stood paralyzed, her smirk still plastered on her face even as Carl lay broken on the ground.

“He asked me why I’m not wearing the bangle…” Cara’s expression softened, a hint of guilt in her eyes. “Oh… I completely forgot about that. You know we have a couple of bangles, and I wear mine most of the time. When I got the accident, I took it off and… I forgot to give it to you.” Sara exhaled, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. “Wait here. I’ll go get it.” Rolling her wheelchair forward, Cara held out her hand. “Give it here.”

"Children, this is a war council. You shouldn't be here." "But we can help," Carl insisted stubbornly. "We have special powers. We can do things other wolves can't." "What kind of things?" Matthias asked, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. The twins exchanged glances. That silent communication I had come to recognize so well. Then Carl pulled a small knife from his pocket. Before anyone could stop him, he drew the blade across his palm. "Carl!" I lunged forward, my heart seizing with panic. Blood welled from the cut. Bright red against his pale skin. The elders gasped in horror.

Her voice was so panicked, I looked over at her. Her eyes were wide and she had both hands on her stomach. Her eyes were glassy with tears. Olivia's appearance distracted me just enough for Carl to slide out of my grasp. With a roar, he plunged the knife into my shoulder. Hot, searing pain flooded my arm and my chest. Gasping, I lost my grip on Carl. I grabbed my arm protectively and spun around. I kicked Carl hard, using my own momentum, right in the back. Something cracked and he doubled over, groaning and holding his back.

“You keep causing her pains over and over again. Yet she still sees you as her husband. Mother might have a kind and accommodating heart but I don't.“ His father bowed his head down and he couldn't retort back. Francis stares at him for a brief second and went to his mom side and wiped a lone tear from her face. “Don't worry, I would make this right.“ His mother shifted slightly in her position like she heard him in her sleep. He stood up from his bent position and walked to the elevator. A hand held him from moving forward and he stares at the hand and traced it up to the owner. Mr Martins. “Please son, don't get into trouble.“ Francis folded his right fist and punched him on the nose. Mr M

Lucas's eyes narrowed, ‎ ‎focused, ‎ ‎ ‎and daring. ‎ ‎ ‎before he turned to leave. ‎ ‎ ‎"is that a challenge,?" Carl caught him back. ‎ ‎..... ‎ ‎"I never lose Carl." ‎ ‎ ‎(...BACK TO PRESENT.) ‎ ‎Victorias POV. ‎ ‎"Y-you did all this?" I turned, slow. ‎ ‎ ‎..... ‎ ‎ ‎"Yes I did Victoria, " Carl pressed. ‎ ‎ ‎"but guess what, he's out of the picture now, and we can start over—

Carl's wrist bones ground together under the immense pressure. Alaric stared at Carl. His blue eyes mirrored a frozen glacier. The threat of violence radiated from his broad shoulders. He didn't blink. Carl twisted his arm, his face turning pale with agony. He yanked his bruised wrist free and cradled it against his chest. Fear flashed in his brown eyes as he calculated Alaric's raw strength. He took a staggering step back, putting distance between them. But Carl refused to lose face. He shifted his glare back to me. He dropped his scowl, relaxing his shoulders to put on a mask of wounded innocence.

Royce said as he glanced at Carl through the rearview mirror. "Just go to the casino first. We'll go to the warehouse later," He replied to Royce, and he nodded. Carl rested his head on the headrest and closed his eyes, his legs crossed. Months ago after the incident, Carl had lost all hope thinking it was the end of him. He thought he was going to die, at least it was what he wanted. Besides, he couldn't see anymore, nobody loved him, not even his family, so what was the point of living? Carl had thought to himself that day as he was drowning in the lake.

Every time I look at him he reminds me of my ex-husband Ian. "But, Mommy she broke my car." Carl said, bringing me back from my thoughts. I turned towards Caroline and raised my brow. She is a smart girl and understood what I'm trying to ask. "But Mommy, I really didn't see the car on the floor. I accidentally stepped on it. I tried to tell Carl but he won't listen to me. He just took my dolly and threatened to kill it mommy." She started to sob. I bent down to her level and hugged her.