Jolly Karlsson Novels & Stories

Karl a quick diener cautions I don’t care about that as long as you pay me” he scoffs “What do you do with all the corpses we get for you?” “What I do with them is none of your concern” he goes over to verify the body “That’s right. Payment already dammit” Karl open the bag and stares at the body looking for damages. His veins pop out in rage when he sees the hole on her body. Angrily he points at the hole and yells at Ken “What did this to her? I told you not to damage her, you runt” “I don’t know. Some Blondie blasted her with a black energy ball before I dealt the final blow. Why the fuck are you pissed?”

"Are you serious? On campus? Who… who was he with?" "I couldn't see the person’s face," Kenji said, his eyes wide with a mix of horror and curiousity. "Karlsson was blocking her. He’s huge, man. He just had this girl pinned, holding her by the hair, making her… well, you know. It was feral. I’ve never seen anyone look like that. Not the 'refined' Professor we see in class. He looked like he wanted to devour the kid."

I asked. " It's lost on me how you could defend a man who assaulted you like that. He-" I laughed, cutting him off. Did he really think I was worried about a complete stranger? " It's you I'm worried about. What if you go to prison? All those witnesses that were present will testify against you. " He chuckled as if what I had said was funny. " It's cute that you think that could happen. I am Don Nikolai. I run the streets and I control everything. Plus that club has a no phones rule. "

“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.

, he says jokingly. " Stop trying to take away my stacy, jake" karl's voice came in as he enters from the other door with Daniel and jasper behind him. He wasn't in his uniform anymore, he had changed into a black shirt and a pencil ripped jeans, the shirt tightened his muscles highlighting his entire shape. I tried not to show it but my cheeks heat up. I could not help it, he probably just cane out from the shower because he was a little bit wet. His eyes spare me a sharp glance, in seconds it went back to stacy.

Karl wears a smug smile, seemingly unbothered by the arrival of my rescuers. In the midst of this bizarre reunion, Carl, in his eccentric manner, greets my mother, "Kylie, honey, how have you been? I've missed you." My mother's expression turns into a frown, and the man named Arnold beside her demands, "Carl, let the boy go peacefully."

I smiled back and peeled a soft-boiled egg for him in return, sprinkling the bowl of soft egg with salt and pepper. “You two already looked like a married couple.” It was the first time I heard Karlo speak. The Alpha of the Black Wolves seems pale and firm-looking. But I guess I should never judge a wolf just by the color of their fur. I can really say that the three men here are hunky billionaires, despite their simple outfits. And Karlo’s voice…it’s fit for a radio DJ or even a lead singer of a band. It’s much tamer than Jason and Tyler, whose two voices may fit for a shark mafia boss. And Karlo’s more friendly and has much lighter features.

Good. I nodded back. My phone buzzed. Cam: are you watching the Oslo intake. Sora texted me. Me: yes. Cam: how is it. Me: better than I expected. Your friend Karl is apparently a natural. A pause. Then: he's YOUR Karl. I'm just a fan. I showed Karl. He read it. Read it again. "Your Karl," he said. "That's what he said." He handed the phone back and looked at the room with a quality to his expression that was very warm and very still and not going to be talked about directly.

Karl smiled. "Okay, class. Have a nice day ahead" She said. "Thank you, Miss Hannah" They all shouted. She smiled and left. "What? Pakistan? Out of all countries, why say Pakistan?" Jake laughed. "Whatever. Kinda fancy it cause my favorite actor is from there. He also died wrongfully in one of my best drama series. My Ali" Karl sobbed, childishly. "What's he saying" Jake giggled. "By the way, Miss Hannah doesn't even know she was the one who mistakenly summoned the face shifter by using that test" Karl snarled.

She marched over to him, grabbed the hot food from in front of him, and dropped it in his lap. He jumped up from his chair, shouting, “What the fuck!” “You, Felix Leon, are a low-life piece of garbage! You are the worst of the worst,” she shouted. She grabbed the coffee cup from the table and hurled it at his face. He fell to the floor and curled up in a ball, crying like a baby. So much for being a ruthless killer. Kara walked away with her head held high, satisfied. She smiled as she grabbed our bag and linked her arm with mine, guiding us onto the street outside the diner.