Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

” His eyes darkened immediately and his body began shaking. ”Dad?” Lydia placed a hand on his arm. ”What is it you want to know?” He seethed. He might not have wanted to talk about it, but it seemed that he would give us the information we needed. His question was followed by silence, neither of us knew where to start and it looked like Carlos was about to shift. After a few minutes, Amber was the one to break the silence. ”Malia is my mate.” She blurted out. Carlo's eyes softened as he slumped back in his chair. ”What?” He gasped.

“How are you boys?’’ I stroked their hairs. “Fine!’’ They replied in unison. “I like your hair.’’ One stroked my hair, dousing me in a pool of amusement. ‘‘Huh?’’ “I'm Carlos, he's Calvin.’’ He gestured at his brother, leaving my mouth hanging open. “Uhm... Carlos is quite chatty, you'd be surprised at how much he can say. Shall we go in now?’’ Luther interrupted, shoving his hands into his pocket. I rose to my feet, offering my hands to each of them and we started for the building, while the maids unpacked the few stuff they brought. I've never had the best lunch until today. I had barely eaten any of my meals, I fed Calvin most of the time. Though active, Calvin seemed to be the gentle typ

Dante said, sipping his drink as he looked at Candela. She scowled at him. **************** OUTSIDE THE MANSION Mario walked towards his car and reached to open it, but Carlos approached him. "Mario," "Yes?" Carlos stood in front of him. "I saw you," Mario furrowed his brows. "What are you...." "You and Camilla last night," Carlos retorted. Mario's face twitched. "How could you, man?" Carlos asked, making Mario look away. "I thought you loved your girlfriend," Carlos said.

Carlos leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “You see, Sarah, Marco has a lot of enemies. A *lot* of enemies. And you? Well, you’re just a loose end. Unfortunately for you, loose ends don’t get to walk away.” I jerked back, my body instinctively trying to pull away from him even though I was bound. “You’re insane,” I spat, my voice trembling with both fear and anger. “Marco will come for me. And when he finds out what you’ve done, he’ll come for you, too. You’re making a huge mistake.” Carlos stood up straight, chuckling to himself. “Oh, I’m counting on him coming for you. But by the time he gets here…” He glanced around the room, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “It’l

I imagined that Maria had loads of love. “He's upstairs,” she said as we drew apart. “I'll take you there.” I nodded politely, and did the same to all the maids who smiled and curtsey happily when they saw me. I met Carlos in his study. He was just rounding up a meeting with a man who reminded me of Hulk. He was heavily built and had conspicuous tattoos in almost every bare part of his body. “That's Rocco,” Carlos said, leaning back in his seat. As big as Rocco was, I saw traces of fear in his eyes as our eyes met. It was as though he was seeing a ghost.

Carlos stutters, but he brings a hand up to hold his cheek, blood still trickling from his lips. “This is even better than I hoped for. You're mates. And that means, that poor Ricardo is going to feel every little thing that happens to you, isn't he?” Carlos doesn’t answer. Instead, he just spits blood in the alpha’s direction in response. It's the last thing he remembers before Richard backhands him for a third time and the rest of the world goes black. . TBC

“You both can decide that. I was getting to learn that Juan was the youngest but very good with computers. Luis was the fighter, he looked like putting bullets in people was a hobby, he was all brawns and tattoos and no shirt. Carlos was cool at the same time very hot. Always clothed. I hadn’t even seen anything lower than his neck. He called the shots. I turn to him. “How about you start by untying me? I could be useful to you.” “You mean opening your legs and asking us to fuck you in turns?” Carlos spat. He looked mad. What did my father ever do to him? “Calm down Carl.” I asked again. “What exactly do you guys want from my dad?” Louis angrily turned wrapped his hands around my throat and

“Long time no see.” Elena’s jaw tightened. “What do you want, Carlos?” “Can’t a guy check in on a friend?” He tilted his head, his eyes tracking over her face in a way that felt too intimate, too assessing. “Especially after hearing about all the drama with my idiot brother.” “We’re not friends.” “Ouch.” Carlos pressed a hand to his chest in mock hurt. “Here I thought we had something special after that day at the mall.” “You thought wrong.”

“No one in the city of Seattle knows that the CEO of the Moom corporation only has a high school diploma. Hearing my words Carlos realized something and said: “I used to think you were a mature woman, it doesn't matter if I was. Judging by your actions or your Appearance, But in reality, you were only 20 when you married me. And now she's only 23. Girls her age should be as extravagant as my sister. Thinking about luxurious makeup, beautiful clothes and chasing after their idols every day.” I remembered with a smile on my face: “Your sister is 3 years older than me.” Carlos was a little surprised. "True. You are a little younger than her.” I was younger than Carlos' sister. And also 7 years

Carlos looked outside. “That is true, the six million I will get it the usual way right?” Malcom said as he got ready to stand up. “Yes you will, Just make sure you get me what I need,” Carlos reminded me. “Okay, I will,” Malcom opened the door to the car but he felt a strong arm on his shoulder. He was pulled back to his seat with incredible force and his neck suddenly felt crowded. “Don't ever in your life think you can betray me, you know what I am capable of doing,” Carlos' face was close to his and his breath was ragged. He released his hold on him.