Jolly Karlsson Novels & Stories

I was surprised with how Karl speaks with him but he could not do anything as a mere secretary after all. I was about to interfere when Karl talked again, "Father asked me to meet the youngest of IC Group," I don't know why he suddenly brought up the blind date he's having but it is surprisingly effective. John Hulson removed hands from Noah's collar and looked... glared at Karl? "F*ck off, you bastard," "Say that to father's face and let's see who would need to f*ck off, brother," Brother? What?? Karl is a Hulson? A child from the rivaling company? Why the hell is he working for Noah? What is he, a spy?

“No, Captain Depay, this isn’t human...look well... this person wears exquisite cloths, did you check the cloth brand?” “There are so many brand of clothes in the world Captain Depay, that can’t lead us anywhere...” Different thoughts were running through detective Joha’s head at that moment. Suddenly he scrambled up from his seat and charged towards his bed. He went on his knees, bent and pulled out a carton from underneath his bed. Captain Depay just watched on wondering what was going on in his head. Detective Joha poured out the content of the carton and began to search frantically.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Stella turned around and saw a young man in a black hoodie and a pair of jeans standing behind her. That young man was almost a head taller than her. He had a rather skinny build, fair skin, big eyes with bushy brows, and a young-looking face. He looked like a university student. "...Are you Karl?" Stella asked hesitantly. The young man smiled. "Is it surprising?" Stella had never met him, so she said, "You look very young." Karl ordered a set of roast beef and pulled the chair before sitting down casually, "Don't be deceived by my looks. I'm already thirty-seven years old."

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

"We caught dinner!" "I caught two!" Carl announced proudly. "Dad only caught one." "The big ones got away," Karson said. His clothes were plastered to his body. His hair dripped onto the floor. But there was something in his expression I hadn't seen before. Lightness. Almost joy. "What happened to you?" I asked, trying not to smile. "Carl fell in," Karin reported. "Then Dad jumped in to save him. Then I jumped in because it looked fun."

Carla was unhappy, no it was enough to say she was angry. He said it was okay? What kind of a stupid answer was that! Does he know who she was? She was Carla Jones the goddess of all size 4 outfits. No matter what style, color, or design it was, she could sport it perfectly as long as it was that magical size and he said it o…kay?

“This is your last day, Lois.” “Pain is the language I understand,” Alpha Karl whispered darkly, his voice coiling like smoke around the assassin’s ear. “When you scream, it’s a melody to my soul.” With ruthless precision, Karl drove the glowing red-hot iron into the man’s earlobe. The assassin shrieked, body convulsing in raw agony. Karl smirked. “So funny. I haven’t even started.” Wolfe drenched the man with cold water, his body strapped tightly with wires.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”