Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

Carlos countered. "But..." Elena began, realization dawning on her. She sank back into her chair. "He's in love with Luca," she whispered, her voice trembling. Carlos nodded. "More like obsessed." "Oh no," Elena breathed, her voice filled with worry. "And you guessed correctly. Luca has no idea," Carlos revealed. "And I have another confession to make," Carlos announced, capturing Elena's attention. She raised her head slowly, daring to hear what he had to say next. * * Raul stood by attentively, his gaze fixed on his boss, awaiting his next set of orders. Luca stared intently at the pictures Raul had brought in earlier, studying the image that captured Elena and Carlos together in a single

' '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.

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.”

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.

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.

Manuel stepped back, muttering, “Unbelievable. I leave everything, drive in the middle of the night to drag your half-dead ass out of that place, and now I’m the villain for defending myself?” He sighed and leaned against the wall. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Probably already waking up.” Carlos slumped into a nearby chair, still visibly shaken. He buried his face in his hands, exhaling hard. Manuel narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Carlos looked up slowly. “What do you think?” Manuel groaned. “Carlos, come on. This isn’t just some fling. This is your father we’re talking about....the man you’ve walked away from for years. You told me last night that he owns S

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

I say. "I will go and get them. I believe that they will be relieved that you are at least able to hear them out. I don't know what they plan to do about Mary, but I believe they have a plan. You know, Donna and Donna Bellini will not do anything to put your life or the life of our Donna in danger, Don Angelo," Carlos says. I look at Carlos, I hope he is not in love with Mary. I do not believe Carlos will fall for somebody like her. However, it seems like he is feeling sorry for her. Carlos is a good guy. He has a good heart, and he knows when people are good and when people cannot be saved. He did not beg for Tommy. However, he did put in a good word for Mary, but I also believe that Mary c

"And Manuel, why did you let this old hag into the mansion? Don't you know that he has been blacklisted?!?" "You don't know shit, perra. Why don't you just stay out of this? I am not leaving until I see your boss, and I don't care if he is dead, I need my goddamn money!" Carlos continued to rant, pacing in front of the couch, his two henchmen relaxing on it, their legs crossed, cigarettes hanging from their lips, a clear sign of disrespect. Manuel, in his black suit, seemed out of his depth, attempting to soothe Carlos, but his words came off as weak and forced.

Mildred asked. "Hey, I'm eighteen and you're seventeen." Carlos said. "Fair enough." "So, why did you bring me here?" Mildred asked. "For a date obviously, and you shouldn't doubt my hacking skills I can drain some wealthy jerks account if I really want." Carlos said. "So is this date sponsored by a stolen money?" Mildred asked. "No, it's the money I earned working for Mr Christian." Carlos replied. "Oh, I see." Carlos had been working for Joelle ever since he found out Carlos had some skills. He made Carlos his personal little assistant and since then Carlos had been helping Joelle and would be paid for his services.