King Karl Fritz Novels & Stories

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

The sound made my entire body go rigid. The door swung open, and Karl walked into the room. He had discarded his tactical gear and his torn suit jacket. He wore a simple charcoal-gray sweater and dark trousers, but the relaxed clothing did nothing to soften his imposing frame. His hair was damp from a morning shower, and his striking pale grey eyes were entirely focused on me. He carried a heavy, metallic silver laptop under his arm. "Get up," he said, setting the laptop down on the dark mahogany nightstand next to his heavy black pistol. "Elena made breakfast downstairs. We have a lot of work to do today."

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

Karl Westman: Hi there. I just logged in and saw your green dot. I've made it to London for the Games and hope we can reconnect while I'm in town. Just got in yesterday morning, actually. Still recovering from jet lag. :/ How are you? Karl... He'd found me on F******k shortly after the funeral and we'd chatted a tiny bit since then. I remembered he said his company was sending him for the Games, and Jess had reminded me too. She was disappointed, really, that she wasn't able to come with him, as she was a huge sports fan. The

Felix’s introduction was casual and light. "I'm Karl." Karl said flatly. An almost tangible aura of intensity radiated from him like heat from a bonfire. "Oh, and sweetheart," he drawled out sarcastically, "You seemed to have misplaced your ring." He punctuated his sentence with a smirk that was more snarl than smile. It was a predatory expression that sent icy shivers down my spine. His words were also laced with an undercurrent of annoyance that prickled at my nerves. I suppressed the urge to grimace in discomfort and forced a brittle smile on my face as he took my hand and pressed the cold metal band onto my finger with more force than necessary.

As much as she loved her daughter, she was an independent woman. Fatima had taken Karl's death particularly badly. She'd insisted on handling all funeral arrangements, which Jozef had been happy to give up, after handing off a list of guests who would want to attend the wake. It was a pitifully short list; Karl's sister, a few friends and Jozef's men. Karl was well-liked, but his entire life had revolved around the Koba family. He had lived and breathed their security until the day he died in the line of duty.

“That’s Prime International’s president! He’s so handsome! He’s even better looking than Jackson. You know, that pretty boy singer who’s really famous right now?” Another said he was really talented. “He’s only in his twenties, but he’s already a company president. He’s amazing!” They also said other things about him. Myka discreetly cast Carol a glance. She then said, “Carol, why don’t we attend the talk? Aster Fritzgerald is a prominent figure in the business world. This is a rare chance.” Carol shook her head. “I’ve already promised Adam that I’d go back home to eat. I can’t go.”

I greeted, my tone neutral. “Lucas,” he replied, his voice warm and cheerful. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation and the circumstances surrounding your actions.” I kept silent, waiting for him to get to the point. “I’ve decided to forgive you,” Karl finally said. His words were a relief, but I didn’t let it show. “I appreciate that,” I replied casually, my tone devoid of excessive gratitude. “Your father was a good man,” Karl continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “He was always there for me, even when we were kids. I couldn’t find it in myself to punish his son when I could offer leniency instead.”