Karl X Sapnap Novels & Stories

He swiftly transformed to his human form and slowly approached me, smirking, his amber eyes glinting with triumph. “I knew you would be too focused on the gem and the position of alpha to pay attention to your surroundings. Oh, the sound of triumph,” Karl said, his voice smug. “You were too easy to trap despite adding an extra ounce to your size.” Sphinx growled, trying to break free of the snare. But it was too tight, and his paws were trapped. He thrashed and struggled to break free, but it was no use. Karl approached with a confident swagger. Sphinx tried to lunge at him, but he was unable to move. We were trapped, completely at Karl's mercy.

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly. "Sarcasm?" He smiled and asked, beguiled. It was so incredibly hard for him to decipher everything about her. She sipped from her cup again and just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you're quoting the brilliant but twisted Nietzsche, whom by the way died of syphilis," he muttered, snickering. "But then just moments ago, you seemed perturbed by the fact that I have been sleeping around and using Clix way too much," he quoted her, and admitting the truth at the same time. There's no point in denying it, anyway. If K really had access to the Clix database, then she already knew that he hasn't hooked-up with anyone since the night they met. If anythin

However, he was constantly reminded of his primary objective, which often clashed with his growing feelings. One serene evening, Karl, with genuine warmth in his voice, proposed, "How about we take a leisurely walk? A moment of respite from our hectic schedules." Eagerly, Polina agreed. Yet, the tranquility was ephemeral. Guiding her towards his parked car, Karl, in a calculated move, rendered her unconscious. He swiftly transported her to their secluded base, presenting her as a trophy to Andrei. Karl was awash with conflicting emotions, his duty clashing with genuine concern for Polina's well-being.

, this guy scares the living hell out of me, ain't gonna lie. I take in a deep breath, all I need to do is pretend I am actually dancing to his tune, then strike him when he's not aware of it. Karl is a manipulator, he knows exactly how to turn tables in his favour. he is so good at it that he makes it seem like he's actually doing you a favour.

“Jesus Christ… you really are the filthiest, greediest slut I’ve ever gotten my hands on.” Maya’s mouth curled into a wicked, breathless grin. “I know. Now quit talking and let me take your whole fucking fist. Come on, do it.” Karl grabbed the lube, slathering his right hand until it glistened, thick fingers shining. He knelt between her shamelessly spread thighs, sneering with pure, lecherous hunger as he lined up his hand at her already-stretched, slick asshole. He pressed the broad knuckles against her puffy rim and pushed, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of resistance give way.

The sound made my entire body go rigid. The door swung open, and Karl walked into the room. He had discarded his tactical gear and his torn suit jacket. He wore a simple charcoal-gray sweater and dark trousers, but the relaxed clothing did nothing to soften his imposing frame. His hair was damp from a morning shower, and his striking pale grey eyes were entirely focused on me. He carried a heavy, metallic silver laptop under his arm. "Get up," he said, setting the laptop down on the dark mahogany nightstand next to his heavy black pistol. "Elena made breakfast downstairs. We have a lot of work to do today."

His breath, smelling of mint and bourbon hit my face as he looked down at me. "You’re really beautiful, Anessa " he whispered, his voice dropping into a lower tone. "Stunning really. It seems a waste to leave you to a man as cold as my brother." I didn’t move. I forced myself to meet his gaze, my chin lifting in defiance. "What is your point, Karl?" "My point?" He smiled, “is would you mind going for another member of the family? Specifically me. I promise I’m more entertaining than the Architect."

The low, dangerous sound of something barely restrained. Before I could turn around, Karl was in front of me. His hands gripped my shoulders, spinning me to face him. His eyes blazed gold, brighter than before. His fingers had elongated into claws that pressed against my skin without breaking it. And his teeth… his canines had grown long and sharp, pressing against his lower lip. “Karl…” Fear locked my throat. He leaned in, his nose brushing along my collarbone, and inhaling. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice rough and strained. “There’s something about your scent. Something unique. I can’t…” He inhaled again, deeper this time. “I can’t resist it.”

“I had a good appetite just now, but I don’t anymore.” Karl snorted petulantly. “Are you saying that I’ve ruined your appetite?” Danielle stared at him without saying anything. Karl looked devastated. He said helplessly, “Do you find me so repulsive? Who will make you have a better appetite? I can get plastic surgery until you’re satisfied with my face.” Hearing this, she was a little dumbfounded. Karl’s way of coaxing her was so incongruous with his character. “Why aren’t you talking? Did the Whites drug you and make you mute?”