Karl Jacobs Novels & Stories

She purposely stood behind everyone when the bald man made his announcement, but the bald man finally noticed her even though she had tried to shrink her body. “You have to go to the party no matter what, Mrs. Brooks,” Karl said firmly while continuing to stare at her. “I've given you enough time to rest, right? So, if you still respect me, and if you still want me to give you big projects in the future, you must not miss tonight's party.” Karl continued to smile as if he were an angel, but in Jessica's eyes, he was nothing more than an angel of death who wanted to snatch her soul from her body.

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch. I really thought you’d be dead by now. But hey—fate has a sense of humor.” Sean’s jaw worked. “What are you talking about?” Karl watched Jessica start to stir—missed the way her hand inched toward Sean’s shotgun. “My father,” Karl said, almost reverent, “was an artist. A pioneer in genetics and chemical warfare at Messara. He used human hosts to build the perfect warrior.” Sean didn’t blink. “Your father… the burial mound—the bodies. You used Greeks as test subjects.” “You’re catching on.” In the medallion’s faint reflection Karl saw the shift. “Stupid girl,” he hissed. “You think I didn’t clock the gun? Go on—try.”

“Maybe use your brain instead. Look at your brother lying there weak… Or perhaps your body wasn’t enough, so you sold your brain too?” Karl’s face twisted at her words, eyes bloodshot. “This place stinks. I need some fresh air,” he muttered, spinning on his heel. --- “Was she fed a Python in childhood or what?! She's full of poison, Goddamn it!" Karl sneered, finally letting out his irritation. His attention suddenly snapped to a figure retreating. A tall, commanding man in a doctor’s coat. Even at a distance, Karl’s eyes recognized the sharp jawline, the composed stance, and the controlled gait.

I ask, hoping for some sort of clarification. Karl takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “He specializes in alternative medicine and unconventional treatments. He believes in the power of the natural world and ancient remedies.” My skepticism must be evident on my face when I turn to level him with a stern gaze. It’s unlike Karl to believe in homeopathic medicine. He needs hard facts and science if he’s going to believe anything. “So, what makes you think he can help me?” I ask. “Why do you, of all people, believe in these… ancient remedies of his?”

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."

While walking toward the elevator, Karl said, “Tell him to meet me in my office.” “Understood.” Less than 10 minutes after Karl entered his office, Aaron brought a man in. The man was less than 170 centimeters tall. He was on the thinner side and wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, making him seem rather prudent. Karl waved at Aaron, who left the office after that. “Do you know me?” Karl crossed his legs and asked. The man nodded. “You’re Karl Burt.” “Do you remember my brother buying something from you for 10 thousand dollars last year?”

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

" Karl's thick choice appear beside us, he had his arms folded and his gaze directly on Jake, he places his arms on my waist and pull me close to his body in a possessive hold, he stared at Jake like if given the opportunity he'd rip his head apart. "That depends on how you act from now on, wolverine." Jake sounds like it was a challenge more than an actual conversation, Karl's hands are still wrapped around my waist protectively. "I am in full support of what Jake said." I smirk and Jake winks at me before patting my head slowly. Karl scoffs but it comes out more like an actual warning, "So tell me, Jake, who exactly do you want your grave to be next to huh? King Solomon or queen of Scotlan

Karl Westman: Hi there. I just logged in and saw your green dot. I've made it to London for the Games and hope we can reconnect while I'm in town. Just got in yesterday morning, actually. Still recovering from jet lag. :/ How are you? Karl... He'd found me on F******k shortly after the funeral and we'd chatted a tiny bit since then. I remembered he said his company was sending him for the Games, and Jess had reminded me too. She was disappointed, really, that she wasn't able to come with him, as she was a huge sports fan. The