Jolly Karlsson Novels & Stories

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Carter. *************************************************

I frowned even more. Men and their sexist rules. "We don’t have to eat food from the chef here. We can order pizza. I... well, my cooking could poison you, but..." "I’d die happy eating whatever poison you made...." He laughed, kissing my nose and teasing me. I huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but I could tell Lorenzo was plotting something. "I’m not just placing the order. I’m also betting on my favorite horse in today’s race, and just by coincidence, the King’s Beta will be visiting the club because he sponsors a prized thoroughbred."

*** Balor’s POV “Who the fuck are you?” I snapped before I charged towards them. Only to have them disappear into a cloud of black smoke. I spun around only to have them tap their finger on my shoulder. “Neat trick, huh?” I looked at the guy, no correction, the kid in front of me. His brown hair was cut short. His grey eyes roamed over me like I was the most fascinating thing around.

Carl announces walking in. Fuck.

Viggo reached out and gently stroked Karina's head, causing her to close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of Viggo's gentle touch on the top of her head. Karina's gaze then shifted to Poldo, who had been standing behind Viggo. "Who's that?" she asked, confused. Hearing Karina's question and curiosity about him, Poldo immediately approached her and smiled at Luna, the Alpha King. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Poldo. I work as a janitor at Deverell Apparel," Poldo introduced himself.

"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."

Karl started derailing from good Morales to loving affluence and wealth more than anything. So, Benson hated it, but had to pretend he was cool with it so as not to let Karl notice his displeasure. He started avoiding Karl who was not noticing. Then, Karl became filthily rich and built the Marshalls and KS army as you already know having his friend, Benson to be the Commander of the KS. When Gal got pregnant, he never knew it was Karl's child until, he browsed about him and found out other secret things he does.

“I’m talking visual.” Max lifted his grilled cheese. “I like red. Red is like lava. I’m eating lava.” “You’re eating cheese,” Issa said. “I’m eating lava cheese.” “You eat like a rich raccoon.” Max smiled with his mouth full. “Thank you.” Karl hid a laugh against his water glass. I glanced at him. He sat there in a navy sweater, his hair slightly messed from the rain, one big hand wrapped around a coffee mug that looked absurdly small in his fingers. Every now and then, Max offered him a French fry for “quality check.” Issa had already decided Karl was allowed to blow on her soup because “Mommy’s breath is too judgmental.”