Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

He had clearly heard of Marvin before—and he knew better than to cross a Beta of the Blue Lagoon Pack. Marvin’s grip tightened ever so slightly. “Accept Bianca’s rejection now,” he ordered. “Unless you want me to make you regret it.” Carlos swallowed hard. His bravado was gone, replaced by barely concealed fear. Lowering his gaze, he muttered, “Bianca Santana, I, Carlos Brown of the Pierre Grise Pack, accept your rejection.” Marvin released him, letting him drop unceremoniously to the ground. Carlos scrambled to his feet, glaring at Marvin with barely contained resentment before storming off, grumbling under his breath.

This couldn’t be real. Had she really forgotten him? Forgotten everything? His son, still upset, tugged at his sleeve again, but Carlos barely noticed. He was too stunned, too confused. Was it possible? Had she really been the woman who had once meant everything to him? Or was he just seeing things? ​

Williams sidled over, joining the conversation stating, "Unfortunately for you, Mila is already interning at my company." My heart fluttered as Mr. Williams stared Carlos down, his dark eyes locking in. It was like he was staking his claim which was so sexy, it was making my core surge. They had seen one another the night of the S&M bar. I hoped this wouldn't turn into an argument. Carlos sat back with a wrinkle of his nose, narrowing his eyes. Then relaxing his face suddenly he wagged his finger nodding. "Now I realize where I know you, " he said to Mr. Williams. My stomach knotted but Mr Williams remained still, casual and came closer as Carlos spoke.

She stood up and said goodbye to the two. "I'll go with you!" A voice from behind Alyssa. Alyssa turned around. She saw Carlos, the young man standing on the side of the kitchen door. She met him earlier while they were having lunch. Carlos is handsome. He looks mestizo even though he says that his parents are pure Filipinos. Tall and perfectly built body. Carlos walked closer to where the two friends were. "I can't talk to anyone, those other boys are in the room to take a nap." He said, staring into Alyssa's eyes.

Well, who would like a brat like Angela? "Congratulations in addy, Bro." Julio said, raising his glass at me and sipped. I scoffed internally. Congratulations my ass. "Yes, congratulations, Eli." Carlos spoke up, making me look at him. He is smiling. He is being suspicious. I have to find out his business with Malia. I have a problem with trusting people with the name, Carlos. They have proven to be motherfuckers.

Carlos froze his expression still a smile but his mouth dropped slightly hanging open. "Umm Carlos. His account was showing in the billions." Darwin said smiling. Carlos had his moments of being a decent friend to have, but both his arrogance, and how self centered Carlos was drove both Darwin and Shelby insane at times. They were business partners in a few ventures, and Carlos had blown close to just as many deals as he's brought them. They barely gained anything from being connected to him as far as a business relationship went.

If I mentioned her, someone might recognize her. Maël played his part flawlessly, glaring at me with the same disdain as before, as if I were some attention-seeking nuisance. That’s exactly what I’d asked him to do—but you can never trust the stillness of those you’ve tasted. Desire and powerlessness are a sleeping typhoon, always threatening to wake. I studied Carlos and his youngest son, searching for any hint of tension between them. Nothing. Either my instincts failed me, or Maël was telling the truth: the scars were from the gym.

Pete’s breath caught. Carlos stepped forward, inching into Paul’s face. “You think you can walk around like nothing happened? Like no one knows? Come on, Paul. Everyone loves the golden boy twins. Perfect, inseparable, shiny. But if people knew what you really were…” “Say it,” Paul cut in. Carlos blinked. Paul’s jaw clenched. “Say what you think we are.” Carlos smirked, testing him. “Disgusting.” Paul didn’t punch him. But the stillness in him cracked in the silence. Then he stepped closer, chest nearly touching Carlos’s.

Carlos was Kate's male best friend, and she also had a girl best friend named Lyla. Carlos was sixteen years old when he became part of the Wright family. This happened after his father and mother died. Because of his father's debts, Manuel Ronaldo's house was sold to the highest bidder. Social service was supposed to take Carlos’ custody, but Kate's parents opened their home for him. The Wright family was not a stranger to Carlos. After all, they were neighbors. Carlos' old home was three blocks away from the Wrights. Kate and her siblings had been friends with Carlos since they were kids.

Joseph told Carlos. "You all should know that Carlos and I, we go way back because he is a business colleague not until my business went bankrupt but Carlos's business is doing so great," Joseph told them as they all cheered for him. "Welcome to the club, men!" Michael said, taking Carlos's hand for another handshake. "Wait, wait, you do drugs right?" Micheal asked with a weird chuckle but Carlos gave a fake smile and a wiggle to indicate no.