Jay X Carlos Novels & Stories

“He murdered most of them to solidify control.” "That's what we thought too." Javier pulled up a file. "But we dug deeper. Turns out Xaviero had a son. Illegitimate. Hidden. It was a mistress in Spain who met him at the airport in a Mercedes.” "What's his name?” "Xavier Del Rios Junior. Goes by XJ. I am twenty eight years old. I grew up in Barcelona. Record's clean officially, but our contacts say he's been building a network in secret.”

Watching as Stetson screamed in terror in his suspended state, Xyrielle—who was under the platform—quickly shouted, “D-dad! Hurry and think of a way to deal with that villain!” Despite hearing his daughter’s pleas, even Yaakov was at his wits’ end. As for Carlos, he found himself turning to look at who was shouting for Stetson’s sake. The second he laid eyes on Xyrielle, he paused for a moment before declaring, “It appears that you’re quite gifted too, young lass! Alright then, since you’re so loyal, I’ll just drain both of you dry together!” Laughing as soon as his sentence ended, Xyrielle wasn’t even able to react in time before Carlos lifted his hand again and drew the poor girl toward th

Jay said. “Alright… Get in,” Xyla said. Jay instantly got in from the other side of the car. “Thank you, boss…” He said politely. “Don’t worry about it,” Xyla said. Meanwhile, Jay’s assistant, Macy, got into the bodyguard’s car behind them… After turning on the car engine, Xyla led the entourage of cars directly to AS Magazine. During the journey, Jay silently played with his phone. Since he wasn’t speaking, Xyla didn’t say much either…

Carlos or X? I begin to fill the information on the site slowly , while I balance all the pros and cons of the two... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X? ?... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X?.. Carlos or X?... Carlos or X? On the screen appears that my purchase was successfully made.

Lea: I frowned when I saw that we weren’t going to the restaurant. “Diego…” “We are going somewhere, as for work, I already sent a message to James that I am sick and that you’re with me.” He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he stopped the car in front of a traffic light. The fact that he was driving to begin with was something that I didn’t like. I knew that he wasn’t supposed to be exhausting it, but the man refused to listen, and though I understood that his reason was for me; I couldn’t help but find it sweet.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

Yaslyn had heard much about Xoan's friend. Known to be a lawyer, Jay was refined. His handsome features, comparable to Marcus's, were further accentuated by a pronounced nose, and his gold-rimmed glasses gave him an intellectual demeanor. Still, he was not quite Yaslyn's cup of tea. However, Jay's composed image wavered when he spoke. "Xoan," he said, his voice quivering and eyes misty, "I feel like I'm being shortchanged in this play." Clearly, they had misread him.

Alex said to his mom. "Alexander Cyrus Mayson, you need to stop saying these things. We know that Carlos is not so much of a good person, everybody knows that but whatever you are saying would get you in trouble. There is a prophecy that says that there would be a savior and the person would be different, unique from the rest and until we have that savior, you can't go around ruining Carlos' image. He would not like it and it would get you in trouble. The last thing I need is Carlos taking you away from me" She said to him.

…Xavien POV… Xavien Caruso, I would like to say that I am proud that I let everyone believe that it was truly my real name. Well, it is, in fact, half of it. I am better known as Xavien Chase, I carry the last name of my father proudly, but when I left this life behind in the first place, I left with being a Caruso. Caruso being the last name my mother held before she married, so in a true sense, I never once did lie; I just made it hard for people to find me. If you are running away from a life, you need not have a tie that binds you there. For me, it was always changing my last name.

Tyler Hanson sighed, throwing his fingers up in his hair, playing with his locks. "A popstar getting involved with a criminal would make the reporters have a field day." Carlos pointed out, shrugging as if to say T-Jay should have thought about it before getting dicked by a bloody criminal. God fucking dammit. I really need to glue his mouth later. T-Jay nodded to what Carlos said. As if appreciating him for stating the obvious. "It's scary just thinking about it." "How about we head downstairs for a drink?" I said, grabbing both of their attentions.