Jolly Karlsson Novels & Stories

He stopped the car in front of Lowell. “Everything alright?” Lowell asked. “Yup, I got the girl,” Karl replied with a smirk. “Jenna Park is paying a hefty amount for this one. And she’s a beauty. I’m gonna enjoy every bit of her.” Lowell did not reply. He was not interested in all that. All he wanted was his payment. Karl, on the other hand, was thinking about the things he was going to do to the girl. His erection was rising and he could not wait to get to their hideout.

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

Vernon said to the boys . " If you had problems come to me . I always the best big brother . This is brother Shane , brother Vernon and you can call me brother Karl ." Karl said to the boys . " Brother Karl , I am Wilber , I am fifteen and this is Larry Ling . He is fourteen . He is a quiet boy . No worries about us . We won't bother you all .' Wilbur said with respect manner . " Well no worries. I am the most sporting and kind hearted between us three ." Karl laugh softly .

He only believed in killing where Jasmine was concerned. “And who might you be?” I hissed through gritted teeth, rising to my feet. Straightening up in a nonchalant way that made him that much more despicable, taking a defiant step forward with an unflinching gaze trained on me, he kindly informed me, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I’m Karl, Jasmine’s cousin.” Damn it, I knew I had smelt that scent somewhere – on her, that day I had gone to her house.

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

he insisted, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. Bjorn’s patience snapped. "Eh, Karol! Do you count me as a joke?" His voice boomed through the room, causing Karol to flinch. Bjorn’s eyes burned with fury as he stepped forward, his hands clenched into fists. "Do not tease my patience! Bring her here right now!" Karol felt his world spinning, the pressure mounting with every second. He glanced at Ingrid, who looked equally terrified, her eyes pleading with him to find a way out. But what could they do?

Karl had been my friend and business partner for a while and I never saw him this serious and dedicated to finding something. He was behaving like the girl was his family, and I wasn't judging, maybe he just wanted to punish that scum. I may be wicked, manipulative, cold and cunning, but I wouldn't sexually assault a woman, unless we're having rough play and she consents. What that guy did to Val's friend is disgusting and unacceptable. “Bingo,” Karl said, turning the laptop to face me. He never fails. Arman's details, age, occupation, nationality, everything was there. Finally, we could plan how to strike.

Suddenly, a large man with wavy blonde hair walks out of the forest wearing jeans, boots, and a coat. "It's him. I know it's him." I say as I see the way he's staring at Jill. "Hello." The man says. I look at Jill excitedly. She looks a little frozen. "Hello." She finally says. She's lucky I was getting ready to use some dust on her and make them kiss. They need to speed this up a little. "I'm Karl. What's your name?" He says while moving closer to Jill. "I'm Jill. What are you?" I try not to giggle. I knew it was true.

“Finally there is one completely sane taxi driver! I have to hang up, Karl. See you later." "Yes. Be careful on your way home." Karl hung up the call, stuffing his smartphone back into his inner jacket pocket. Humming, he entered his car. His hands turned on the music player in his car, played Antonio Rossini's Barber of Seville instrument, then left the area while enjoying the classical music. ***

His skin was dark, unhealthily dark and wrinkly, his nose crooked — an evidence that his face had been pummeled in a few times — and Emerald could see a snake tattoo peeking beneath his jawline. One of his striking features was his hairless head; Carl Johansson was bald — a characteristic he shared with the other gang members in the room, except the chicle woman, who was sporting a flashy orange mohawk with both sides of her head cleanly shaved. “Well, if it isn't my dearest daughter. I've missed you so much, sweetheart.” Carl's gravelly voice echoed round the small room. He stared longer at Emerald, a slow grin creeping up on his face as he opened his arms, seemingly asking for a hug. “It's