Karlach X Tav Novels & Stories

Karl's smile was sinister. “Why would any of the board memebers even agree with this!” Chase angered. Karl gripped his steering wheel, his race reddening “They don’t need to agree. It’s King we’re talking about.” Chase eyes narrowed. Keeping mute. Karl, who was a staff of a rival company, Myder Industries, has a long-standing vendetta against King. One that even Chase isn’t fully aware of. Asides for the fact that Karl still harbored jealous sexual thoughts against Kingston, he had other reasons for his resentments.

Carla returned to the classroom and couldn't help smiling. The mention of Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton must mean that the two men were also going to be there. But even if they weren't, she couldn't wait to fuck Mr Tatchev. She went over her outfit in her head. She was wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt today, with black pants that sat tight around her ass. Underneath them she had one of her sexiest black lace bras and a matching g-string. That would surely do.

Karl* *All right, let's meet at the Eiffel Tower, I'll be there in 10 minutes Key* Key grabbed Taro's spare key and set off, even though she didn't really know what Karl wanted from her now. But a conversation can't hurt, so she arrived a short time later. Karl wasn't there yet, so she sat down on the meadow next to the Eiffel Tower. 5 minutes later Karl came *hey sweetheart* he hugged Keyla *hey Karl, what brings you here? She wanted to know *you didn't answer and I really wanted to know how you were? * he inquired

“I’m talking visual.” Max lifted his grilled cheese. “I like red. Red is like lava. I’m eating lava.” “You’re eating cheese,” Issa said. “I’m eating lava cheese.” “You eat like a rich raccoon.” Max smiled with his mouth full. “Thank you.” Karl hid a laugh against his water glass. I glanced at him. He sat there in a navy sweater, his hair slightly messed from the rain, one big hand wrapped around a coffee mug that looked absurdly small in his fingers. Every now and then, Max offered him a French fry for “quality check.” Issa had already decided Karl was allowed to blow on her soup because “Mommy’s breath is too judgmental.”

Unless he really cared about me like he said before. After a few minutes I saw Karisha coming out of the lake. My eyes followed the trail of water dripping from his hair and running down his beautifully tanned skin, enhancing the details of his carved chest, his six bellies, his deep V line ... OMG! I didn't want to see that!

Karla just wanted to throw up. "Can I get a vodka and cranberry?" a short blond leaned on the counter, her lipstick needing to be toned down quite a bit. Karla glanced at her, nodded once, but barely moved. Do I love Mitch? She turned to the blond. "What was that again?" "Vodka and cranberry?"

Karl said with a dismissive tone. “Okay, I will find somewhere comfortable to sit” I walked away without glancing back but I could still feel his eyes on my back. Sasha and Karl are really made for each other. They compliment each other perfectly.

Jake cried, as he kept drinking the beer. Karl sighed and looked around. People were staring at them. They managed to change their uniform and this made them look nothing else like students. "I thought you were over her. You didn't even care about the break up then in school. Why act babyish now?" Karl laughed. "My sweet blood, Tessa. I miss you so much" He sobbed, hitting his head on the table. "Now I know why most people say being drunk brings out your real character" Karl laughed, shaking his head.

His gaze lingered on her lips too long, and Karl instantly caught it. “Ahhh,” Karl drawled, smirking. “So the ice king does melt. Only when his wife smiles, of course. Touching. Pathetic, but touching.” “Enough, Karl,” Xander warned, his voice low and dangerous. Karl leaned back, utterly unfazed, twirling the stem of an empty glass between his fingers. “What? I’m doing you a favor. You’ve never been on a proper date, have you? Poor Tatiana here must think you dragged her to a quarterly shareholder meeting. " He ignored Xander's glare and turned to Tatiana. "Don’t be offended, Mrs. Michelle—our dear Alex is a kid in the ways of women. All steel, no warmth. He’s never held a woman’s hand witho