Karl X Sapnap Novels & Stories

“She didn’t do anything wrong.” “She kissed a masked man, Karl!” “That masked man was me.” The King paused mid-rant, eyes narrowing. “What?” Karl dropped the paper on the desk and pointed at the image. “Take a closer look at the man’s hand. That tattoo—on the wrist. The scorpion.” The King squinted. It was faint, but visible. Karl nodded. “I patented that design when I turned eighteen. There isn’t another in this kingdom like it.”

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.

Lana I turned and I met Karl, standing not too far from me. “I told you to wait in the car," I walked towards him. “And you expect me to?” Karl asked. “Isn't that why instructions are given?” I snapped. “He is lying,” Karl said, and I blinked. There's no way Karl heard our conversation except... he has super human hearing, which is next to impossible. Right? “Did you hear our conversation?” I asked, just to be sure he doesn't have super hearing.

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.”

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."