Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

Carlos opens it. Carlos’ father, Marcel, stands there. Broad-shouldered, gray streaking his dark hair. His presence is commanding without being loud. Beside him is Luna Valerie with kind eyes and a gentle smile that widens when she sees Carlos. For a second, no one speaks. Carlos’ jaw tightens. He braces himself, like he is waiting for something sharp. The tension is thick and every nerve in my body shudders. Instead, Marcel steps forward and pulls Carlos into a hug. A real, strong and unapologetic kind.

“Gambling. I got behind in what I owe and he took my family until I get the Molina cartel to go through with the alliance.” “Why the alliance?” Luis asks. “He wants to take what you have.” “Which sir Escondido?” Luis asks in a low dangerous voice. “Pedro Escondido.” Luis’s face turns red and he punches Carlo in the face knocking him back out. “Take this piece of shit to a cell. Water once a day and food every 3.” “Yes Jefe.” Frank says as he takes Carlo away. Luis pulls Veronica into his arms and holds her tight.

Susan suddenly let out a bitter laugh, her eyes sheening with unshed tears. “You have to believe me, Miss Carla. Master Carlos isn’t who you think he is. He isn’t the man you fell in love with. He is one dangerous man – one who didn’t hesitate to kill his lover and her unborn child!!” she yelled, getting up on her feet in frustration.

We had both been busy, but knowing he was happy and safe with Nikola gave me peace of mind. "Hey," Carlos nodded, grinning at me. "It's great to see you and your boyfriend together tonight. I wouldn't want to be bombarded with constant calls and texts, asking if I have heard from you." He teased, and I felt my neck flush with heat. "Asshole." I chuckled, flipping him off. "I don't know who's worse between you and Marcelo." "Hey!" Marcelo snapped, faking a glare. "At least I promised to find your body and give you a decent burial, which is more than enough kindness from me."

"You think this is funny? You think it’s a joke?" Carlos took a slow sip of his drink, his expression turning unreadably cool. "I don't think it's a joke, Maria. I think it’s inevitable giving the kind of person Miguel Alvarez is. Do you really think what you guys have will lead to what? Marriage?" "You’re a pig, Carlos," Maria spat. "Maybe," Carlos said, leaning back. "But I’m an honest pig. Look at him, Maria. He’s standing out there looking at the skyline, and he isn't thinking about your birthday."

Carlos, who had always projected a façade of command, now stood exposed and alone. With our vehicle parked and the eyes of the surrounding pack members upon us, we disembarked. Their gazes held a mix of curiosity and uncertainty as they watched the unfolding confrontation. Richard's aura was charged with anger, a sentiment I empathised with. Carlos, who was supposed to be his trusted Beta and best friend, had instead chosen the path of betrayal, aligning himself with the rogue alpha Jake. The motivations behind Carlos's actions remained a mystery to me, yet if the rumours from Maines held any truth, the allure of relocating to a larger, wealthier territory might have driven him to this treac

He just asked, “Do you know my name?” Carol thought about it, but she could not remember it. “What’s your name? I forgot. Why don’t you remind me?” Disappointment flashed in his eyes. “I’m Carlos Reynolds.” Carol didn’t hear him clearly. She hiccuped and giggled. “Carlo Remains? What a coincidence, I was once Carly Remain. Seems like fate brought us together, boy.” Carlos could tell that she was drunk and said nothing else. He walked away without taking the keys. Soon, he disappeared from sight.

"Fine. Two days. Then I want to know everything. Every lead, every suspect, every plan." Carlos looked like he wanted to argue, but something in my expression stopped him. "Two days," he agreed. "Then we find whoever did this." "And when we do?" His smile was sharp as broken glass. "They'll wish Elena had stayed dead." After Malia left, the room felt smaller somehow. Like the walls were closing in. "Do you think they'll try again?" I asked quietly. Carlos didn't answer right away. He was staring out the window at the darkening sky.

Carlos said at last, his voice rough and low, “there’s something I’ve kept from everyone. Something I may never find the courage to tell Mia.” Maurice’s chest tightened. He had never seen Carlos this way, fragile, uncertain. He leaned forward. “What is it?” Carlos hesitated, his lips pressing together as though the words themselves were poison. Finally, with a trembling breath, he confessed, “I’m dying, Maurice. The doctors gave me a diagnosis… terminal. My days are numbered.” The words hit Maurice like a thunderclap. He froze, trying to process, yet forced himself to remain calm. “I… I don’t know what to say,” Maurice murmured, his voice heavy. “I’m so sorry, Carlos.”