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.”

Philemon:your majesty everything is fine even though I have been busy putting down rebellions Karl:that's why I made you my second in command,but I will also need you here with me in my conquest of these inferior planets Philemon:it will be my honor your majesty but who will take my place here if I leave Karl:appoint someone you trust in your place and come here immediately Philemon:as you wish your majesty but I won't be there for the battle you are about to fight Karl:very well just be here as soon as possible Philemon:OK your majesty (turns off the intercom) Karl:(calls for a soldier)soldier come in here immediately Soldier:(enters Karl's chambers)your majesty you called Karl:yes,prepare

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.

I responded “You see — he started, by this time, we were already outside and headed towards the waiting car. He opened the door and shoved me in — I brought the army because I thought I'ld have to put up a big fight. You know Alpha Arnold, The very skilled Fredrick, You, the very sly and smart bitch, the very powerful sorceress, I mean, who wouldn't need an army for such a powerful group, but I overestimated you guys. You all are a terrible excuse for powerful folks. And Arnold, I didn't think it would be so easy to eliminate, but I guess I thought wrong” he continued with a smile plastered on his face, a smile only psychos can have “No, you thought right” Arnold's voice echoed from behind a

Jesse's mouth was agape, flustered. "I- I don't-" "Seriously," K interrupted and smiled at him. "You don't have to explain. You just didn't have to lie to me about it that night at the subway, when you told me you don't use it that often." She chuckled and air quoted with her fingers. "You don't owe me anything. Besides, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche believed that morality is just a fiction used by the herd of inferior human beings to hold back the few superior men."

“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.”