King Karl Fritz Novels & Stories

A stern yet gentle voice echoed in the cave. "Frederick," Styx muttered softly. "You looked so desperate, you Styx and not the brown haired moron behind you," he said jokingly, walking out through one of the tunnels. "It's Karl," Karl corrected, trying to hide the disdain in his voice. He couldn't believe that he had been here all along and he has been looking for him for days now which he was certain that he knows about but then he played him like a fool and he still dared to call him a moron! If not because they needed his help then he would have shown him...

“You pretended to be Sir Daugherty to come and see me. What’s your purpose?” Karl was completely dumbfounded from the shock. “You… You… I… I am Sir Daugherty…” Halfway through his sentence, he felt as if his wrist had almost been broken. It was so painful that he gnashed his teeth. “I… I’m K!” Karl cried out for mercy. “Terry North, I’m K, the one who’s been responsible for contacting you. You can’t be so ungrateful to the point that you would kill me. You’re about to break my wrist.”

Mischievous, smug, infuriating and damn it, once upon a time, alluring. “Hello, Jimmie,” Karl said smoothly, eyes glinting. Fara looked between us, brows furrowed in curiosity. “Wait… you two know each other?” Heat rushed to my face. My mouth went dry, but I managed to stammer it out. “Yes! Karl is my ex!” Fara’s eyes widened, and then she chuckled, almost choking on a laugh. “Oh, this looks interesting.”

Detective Garrett said. “I know right?…..it’s been my lifelong dream uncle Karl, I finally get to make my work known in the industry step by step” Frieda said. “You’ve done well pumpkin, your father would be so proud” Detective Garrett said. “He would…..I am so glad I’ve got a great uncle like you uncle Karl” Frieda said. “You’re gonna make me tear up now” Detective Garrett said as they both burst into laughter. “I guess I am old enough to make you tear up now” Frieda teased.

Karl started derailing from good Morales to loving affluence and wealth more than anything. So, Benson hated it, but had to pretend he was cool with it so as not to let Karl notice his displeasure. He started avoiding Karl who was not noticing. Then, Karl became filthily rich and built the Marshalls and KS army as you already know having his friend, Benson to be the Commander of the KS. When Gal got pregnant, he never knew it was Karl's child until, he browsed about him and found out other secret things he does.

"And I thought I was fine." "Were you." "Yes," he said. "And no." He looked up. "I was functional. But this—" He gestured at the building around him. "This is what fine actually looks like." Karl knocked on the open door. He had a cup in each hand and looked at Farrukh. "Coffee," Karl said. "Strong." Farrukh looked at Karl. "You do that," Farrukh said. "For everyone." "For the people who need it," Karl said.

She laughed sweetly at his funny remark. One thing about Karl is that, he is always free with anyone he comes across, not minding if the person is a stranger or not. And one more thing is that, he flirts a lot. One won’t notice due to the way he dresses; more like a gentleman. But deep within those dresses is a freaking flirt, who used the opportunity of being close to Axel to win the heart of many girls, who are ready to sacrifice anything just to have a night with Zel. But his jovial character is what still made him retain his post; whereas, he is also hardworking, totally different from other managers that had worked with Axel. Axel walk down the stair case and they immediately disengage

“Good girl.” “I thought it was fitting.” I smile at him, and the air between us begins to heat up again. I take a step back, trying not to drool. His eyes are so intense, his perfectly formed jaw so strong, I want to reach up and caress it again. “I also suggested Kris be appointed to get a handle on the territory. King Axel thought it was a great idea.” Rafe snickers. “I’ll bet he just loved that.” I grin. “Then we went to see King Karl. Or Karl, as he wants me to call him.”

Behind his cheerful demeanour, Karl is always frustrated every time he has to face a case of racism in the dragon clan; although since Karl changed his strategy to use violence, the statistics of racism cases have dropped drastically. To him, that was a good thing. But for a pacifist like Karl Smith, spreading terror was definitely not high on his agenda. "What? I'm busy," she said reluctantly, spreading the butter mixture onto the bread that had just been baked and taken out of the oven. "Can't you see—hey! I'm not done yet!" He didn't have time to continue his words when Karl had put his cooking brush back into the mixing bowl. He was amazed, and it was only for a second that he really not

Karl’s voice was low and venomous. Chase's hand found Karl's, their fingers intertwining. "We need to take him down. We’ve tolerated him for so long! I hate him with so much passion. Who does he think he is?!” Chase boomed. Kingston's personal life would be his downfall. Karl thought triumphantly. Karl's eyes locked onto Chase's. Their gazes held, charged with high tension and determination. “I told you we should have taken him out a long time ago! If it was his brother Greg handling the whole affairs of the company then that would have been to our favor. I do mych desoise that animal called King.” Karl snarled in disgust.