King Karl Fritz Novels & Stories

His eyes locked on the ruins, his jaw tightening as his fists clenched into a ball. “Who the fuck is responsible for this?” He growled in a low voice. “Zariel,” I replied curtly and he gritted his teeth in anger, his nostrils flaring. “That punk!” Karl snarled, his voice rising in anger. “How could he be so reckless? He knew there were people inside!” His fists clenched at his sides. He did nothing to hide his urge to strike out. “I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him myself.”

“Right… training.” Karl’s smile widened, sharp and predatory. “Exactly.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Soldier:Am sorry but we can't you are under arrest for the numerous crimes you have committed Karl:(walks over to him and whispers)I told you I would get my revenge (punches him in the gut) take this criminal away and lock him up immediately Soldier:yes your majesty (takes kataros to the prison) Kataros (as he is being taken to the prison)let me go,let me go right now Philemon:(surprised)wow your majesty I can't believe what just happened Karl: well Philemon believe it my friend Philemon: but how? Karl:(turns to leave)I can't reveal all my secrets but you will find out soon (leaves) Philemon:(smiles) you are one of a kind Karl, truly one of a kind (leaves)

Ismiled and walked over to where he was by the kitchen table chopping some vegetables, I wrapped my hands around his back and kissed him on the cheeks but he shoved my hands away, his face expressionless. " What is this Karl?" I asked him as I attempted to touch him again, he pushed my hands away asking me to leave him. " A mother who forgets to take her son to school and gets drunk as a sign of remorse is not only careless but stupid." Kar said as he continued to chop the veggies not bothering to look at me.

By the time i was done, Karl was walking down the stairs with only his sweat pants on. His bear foot slapped against the floor as he made his way past me to the coffee machine. I wanted to tell him that I've already made him a cup but quickly decided against it. Don't speak unless you are spoken to, am i right. Karl completely ignores my existence as he took a seat at the counter and sipped his black coffee. I noticed a while ago that he doesn't take suger or cream with his coffee, and i always wonder if he's doing it to fuel his bitter mood for the day.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Karl clenched his jaw, mildly offended but refusing to show any sign of giving up. He stepped back once, adjusting his strategy. Then, with greater speed, he feinted an attack from the right before spinning around and attempting to take Atthy down from the opposite side. This time, Atthy did not simply evade. She tried to catch Karl’s arm, but the boy anticipated it, twisting his body backward and slipping free before she could lock his movement. Atthy narrowed her eyes, realizing Karl was not relying on strength alone—he had started reading her movements as well.

Arianna said under her breath, “the FAA is going to have to start clearing her for takeoff.” Sienna glanced ahead. “I’m proud of her, actually. She dresses like a tiny pop star who’s about to sue her record label.” “I heard that!” Issa shouted. “Of course you did,” I muttered. “She has radar for compliments and fashion crimes.” Karl was walking beside me at an easy pace, both hands in the pockets of his black coat. He’d changed out of his travel clothes. Charcoal sweater, dark jeans, brown boots, and the scarf now hanging loose around his neck. His face was clean, his hair still a little messy in the front. He looked like a man who belonged in an ad for an expensive watch and had somehow cho

“And I’m sorry. Truly. I’ll get you a brand-new phone today. One that is completely clean, I promise. No bugs, no tracking, nothing. I just… I couldn't lose you, Priya. I couldn't let him get the jump on us.” I looked at the floor, processing everything. Karl was a man who used power to solve problems. He was an entrepreneurially gifted demon child who grew up into a man who thought he could fix everything with a bit of surveillance and a lot of money. It was frustrating, but it was also the most caring thing anyone had ever done for me. “Okay,” I said finally. “A new phone. A real one this time.” Karl’s face broke into a relieved smile. “A real one. I promise.”

Karl was there, chatting with a servant with his Iced Americano in his left hand. "That's hilarious!" he covers his mouth when he almost spits the coffee when he sees me. His eyes widened, and he rushed to my side. "Sir!" "You're damn loud for a fucking morning," I told him and went to the kitchen to get a coffee. I saw Karl whispering to himself, but I ignored it. I'm cutting him some slack for today. I really am not in the mood to pick on him. At the car, I simply put on the music and let Karl drive.