Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

Decorating the thick muscle across his torso, are heart wrenching scars striking across his chest to his stomach. I hardly noticed his lack of clothes, with the towel wrapped around his hips. My eyes were glued only to the scars, that didn't make sense in my mind. This is the Alpha of Love we are talking about. A male of peace and perfection. He isn't supposed to be plagued with scars like this. Malik is staring straight up at me, as I raise my gaze back up. Behind the blazing aqua blue of his irises, is something painfully vulnerable. The air between us is suddenly sucked up by tension.

" The front man asked. I suppose he's the Pedro. Looking closely at the sticks in their hands, they had nails driven to it, halfway. These guys are surely up for a fight. Four of them. I might not have known Carlos for a long time, but he definitely doesn't have the physique of a fighter. "Come on Pedro, let's sit down and talk about this." Carlos proposed. "Sit and talk? It's been a month Carl, I haven't heard from you or even seen you."

, he stated carelessly making Alice glare at the imaginary image of him. “Carlos you bribed them with ice cream!! Who does that?!”, she asked with her hand threw in the air in dismay. Carlos frown over the phone,”was that what they told you, that I bribed them to keep quiet? Oh such little traitors! they begged me for that ice cream and now they are calling it a bribe? Huff! So ungrateful those ones!”, he muttered lowly. Hearing his huff over the phone made Alice rolled her eyes, the man she was currently talking with was Carlo Rodriguez, the son of the multimillionaire Santiago Rodriguez. He’s managing the Rodriguez companies but has the links to the dirtiest and deadliest gangs, mafia and

And will Noah and Carlos be back safely? Xx__xX

Damn. "Hello." I turned my head to the direction of the voice, my eyes met with that of a very dark one, his stare making me feel intimidated. "You made a wise choice." He suddenly let out. "E-excuse me?" I asked him. "You didn't answer the queen, when she called you a bitch." "Queen?" "Yes, that was Malia Frenzo- a Mafia Queen you definitely don't want to mess with." "B-but she's too young." "What can we do about it?" He asked with a sigh. I didn't know the answer to give him. He smiled. "I'm Carlos...Follow me, I believe we have something to discuss."

Only then did Carlos blink. Like he had finally come back to himself. He took the napkin from Marcos and pressed it against his injured palm. “I’m sorry.” His voice was controlled again. “I think the glass cracked.” Ana almost asked if he was alright. But the question died before it reached her lips. “Carlos, the president of the Will Group wants to speak with you,” Marcos lied smoothly. Carlos clenched his injured hand before looking at him. “Do you have a business card? I think I left mine upstairs.”

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.”

Amanda bit her lower lip. “Mila, this is not a good way to talk,” said Carlos who just walked towards them. He shakes hands with Daniel and throws a smile at Amanda. A dimple appeared on his cheek. His jet-black hair was styled in spikes. His blue eyes were sparkling in the moonlight. She smiled in return. “Carlos, remember?” he asked. She nods. She felt Mila’s death stares at her. A boy who had red hair and an almost pale complexion walks towards them. He had narrowed eyes.

He wasn’t joking. Carlos really wasn’t joking!

Carlos was a lost soul, he had been drifting from place to place feeding on locals, drawing attention to our kind. I watched him for a few nights before I approached him. I offered him a home and a way of life in return for his loyalty. He was my first, apart from Demitri but we had grown up together. Carlos was ex military so it was easy to train and I loved that he could follow orders without fuss.