Dungeon Crawler Carl Novels & Stories

All these people scurrying around to their own destination made the journey to room 3254 quite the battle to get through the halls. Now infront of me stood a white door, equipped with a silver handle. I didn't even realise it, but my hands are quite clammy with my heart racing against time. I suck in one of the deepest breaths I've ever inhaled and just as the door pops open, the cry of a baby triumphs. "It's a baby girl."

Carl smirked as he took off his jacket, showing off his bare chest and studded muscles which were filled with various tattoo designs. . Amanda smirked. The mere sight of it turned her on. “Aren't you my naughty kitten?” Carl mumbled as he flung the jacket to the corner of the room. Adrian moved backwards so his body could come in contact with the wall. Amanda shifted on the bed, her back resting on the pillow with her heart rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. The bed sagged and the mattress dipped as Carl climbed onto it, crawling towards Amanda with arousal in his eyes.

She raises her brow in disappointment. “Can I have the number?” I ask. “Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh. What? She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red. Uncontrollable fucking red. Camilla comes back and passes me a card: BIG AL 0436990135

Camilla laughed as Dante carried her up the stairs. .......... Geremia was busy with work when his phone rang with an incoming call, he looked at the caller ID, it was Carolina. Why was she calling him? Had something happened in the house? He picked up the call, "hey Carolina what's wrong?" he asked. "I did something wrong" she said in a trembling voice.

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

“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.

Orville commands and the boys nod, each taking off in the direction of their assigned wing. Carl walked down the hallways, impressed by the luxurious setup right before his very eyes. There were a couple of larger-than-life portraits of Kyle and his family, all dressed up in their best Hollywood finery. Kyle looks good in a suit, Carl thought to himself, smiling shyly. He checked the first three doors on the left— Nothing. Getting bored, he started walking at a speed. Suddenly, Carl trips on an unknown object on the ground and bumps into a lion statue on his left, triggering some kind of trap door.

Just as I stared at the entrance, two men then rushed to me. Carl, Damon. They are responsible for the upper trade market and have been working under me for a few years. I stared at them standing in front of me and smiled. Firstly, firstly I met with Kelvin, the underground runner, and now… They smiled and quickly greeted after lowering their head. “Boss, boss. They both spoke at the same time. Carl and Damon had been friends from the orphanage. I had picked them up on the street after they had run out of the orphanage, and although I didn't intend to use them, they still requested to assist me.

“If they did, Mani wouldn't have been wandering around. The boy grew up on the street.” Jack leaned back. “So what are you planning?” Carl's eyes settled on the folder. “At first, I thought he was just a witness. Now I think he might be more useful than I thought.” Jack waited. Carl smiled. “Much more useful.” He walked toward the window. The city stretched beneath him, lights scattered across the darkness. “I've been trying to get into the Hargrove vault for years.” Jack's expression sharpened. “And you think the boy can get you inside?”

Ironically enough, she has no qualms invading other people's spaces as means of intimidation… now that I think about it, she only does this to people (Nick, for example) she knows who couldn't win against her. Whenever I'm writing a heavy scene, I was listening to Team Cherry's Hollow Knight OST: Welcome to Hollownest by Christopher Larkin for inspiration. Harry Silvers and Sean White was the easiest characters to write for me; Alastor Nyx was probably the hardest. Proserpina actually has a cell phone... she probably just uses it to watch cat/dog videos most of the time though.