King Karl Fritz Novels & Stories

I said angrily and Karl chuckled. "Is that what you think of me, that I'm some kind of gold digger who's trying to turn your daughter against you?" Karl said, his voice full of mock amusement, "I'm flattered that you think I'm that cunning, but I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not trying to manipulate anyone, and I certainly don't want to come between you and your daughter. I care about her, just like I care about you." He said softly and I laughed.

he scoffed, “you’re not kicking me out now, bro, right?” “This meeting is important,” David cut in sharply. Karl snorted. “What bullshit important meeting is this? That witch didn’t even prepare for it—and I bet she’s about to flip everything upside down.” Freda shot him a lethal look. “Did you just call me a witch?” "Yes, I did! What? Huh..." Karl shrugged. “Forgotten how you are so soon?” “This isn’t a child’s play, Karl Hart,” Freda said coldly, "If you wish for that much aas to play with your little toys, get out!"

It's our place to get rid of problems, like Manfrid. Karl, my best executor, awaits us there. Karl is soulless when it comes to killing or torturing our enemies, and he knows how to keep them alive when we need to get information from them. However, in this case, I do not intend to keep Manfrid alive for long.

Karl's eyes were wide as he stared at Famallumi, and all Rhychard wanted to do was smack the elf. "Then it's true?" Karl asked. He jerked his gaze to Rhychard. "This Bertram guy was telling the truth about you?" "He answers the question, and you think I'm the one Bertram is talking about? The fact he just told you I was talking to Kree went right past you?" Rhychard rolled his eyes. Still, he knew he would have to come clean with Karl, but Common Grounds was not the place for an identity reveal. "Wait," Rhychard said, turning his attention back to his brother. "Why were you even with this guy?"