Mal And Carlos の小説・ストーリー

"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."

Two of the girls dancing with Diego walk over to Carlos, and start pulling him on to the dance floor. "No…girls. I really don't……I don't……" "Awwn, don't be such a party pooper Carlos. Come on, dance with the girls." Carlos shook his head at his friend, but then started to dance slowly as a girl nudged him. Krystal danced with her hands in the air, stumbling backwards, till she bumped into someone. Carlos turn to see the person who bumped into him, and he reached out to grab her, as she stumbled, about to fall.

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.

' 'Wh…w…wh—' 'What do I want with you? Where is Malcolm hiding? That prick who thinks he can doublecross me and get away with it. Now, start talking before I give you a very painful and slow death.' 'I don't know where he is, he abandoned me—' 'Do I look like I'm joking! Do you see this face as Joker's!' 'I really don't know, I swear!' 'Get me a knife!' 'Please, I don't know where Malcolm is, please don't hurt me…' Carlos gave me the small dagger. It was red with silver blade and little rhinestones.

"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.

Affections cannot be controlled, they are the ones that drive us, and Carlos developed a great deal of affection and love for Malèna. He went for a drink with his best friend on Avenue Louise because apart from talking to each other on the phone the two men. hardly saw each other, they took the opportunity to see each other. Louis: How's Malèna? Carlos: she is fine ... she thinks she is pregnant. Louis: already? Carlos: I've been with her for a little more than six years’now Louis: what are you going to do? Carlos: I don't know, I have a lot of affection and love for her

“Take the bitch and kill everyone else!” Carlos’ men begin to fall beneath the barrage of Victor’s men. Taking Mal’s hand, I look at Val and gesture to a stairway near them. “Go inside!” Nodding, Val and Dominic run in. Taking Mal’s hand, I lead her to the door, but some of his men block our way before we can. They try to shoot Carlos, but one of his men pushes him to the shelter of a nearby column leaving Mal, and I open to attack. I try to fight off one of the men, but it’s difficult to do when we’re surrounded. Carlo's men continue to shoot at the men trying to help.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

Carlos said and turned to leave. “Where is Gil?” Mark questioned. “Probably, somewhere at the beach having quality time with his family,” replied Carlos walking to the door. “That is not his family. She is my wife.” “And he is his son. You were not able to keep them happy. Now they have slipped away from your palm and you cannot do anything about it,” replied Carlos. Mark glared but Carlos didn’t stand to hear him. He left the room leaving Mark all alone again. He glanced at the cane fish and tried to pick it up but it was attached with the rod which got him an electric shock. He angrily kicked the cane and pinched his nose bridge.