Negan X Carl Novels & Stories

Carl taunted, a malevolent grin etched upon his face. "Hey! That's my story!" Ashley retorted, her eyes welling with tears, her hand instinctively freeing itself from Xander's grasp. However, Xander urged restraint, his words carrying a note of pointlessness. She turned to him, her eyes filled with tears, and reluctantly reclaimed his hand. Carl appeared before Ashley, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Let's go home and celebrate, my princess. You naughty mafia slut," he sneered, toying with her hair. Although Ashley burned with a desire to kick him in the nut, she found herself powerless against his grip.

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i

He ordered and I shut my eyes. "Are we going to die?" Elena, my wolf, cried out. "Yes, we are dying because of the devil we got as a mate." I muttered back to her and gulped. The guard pushed my head into the noose and tightened it around my neck. I moved my eyeballs to Alpha Greg and whimpered as his thumb got close to the button. "Xander is here." I heard the announcer scream in terror, causing everyone to scamper away in fear. The remote in Alpha Greg's hand fell off his grip and shattered on the ground. He shook in horror.

"Calm down, I also can't stand playing cat and mouse like this, but we need to be a little patient. If there's no Miley now, you can change the strategy, right?" "Remember, Taylor, our goal is not just to destroy Elgar but also to get what Carista has been keeping all this time." "I was surprised by Miley's death, I cried too. But I know, let what has gone, go. Now it's time for us to find another way to achieve our goal." "You have to stay with Carista, and Elgar has to die. That's our goal, right?" Nania spoke at length, convincing Taylor, and his resolve strengthened.

“I cannot believe that you're mentioning this mistress in front of me.” “She is not wrong. You might be able to have your own concubine, someone that you can enjoy if you do not want to be with the alpha. I'm pretty sure that he's going to understand as long as you do not end up carrying the child of that concubine.” Caroline said, and I rolled my eyes, choosing not to answer because my mind was not on them. It was on Xavier who was walking towards me, calm and controlled, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, his tight jaw and his eyes, which were darker than they were before.

I smirk and shake my head, “Thanks, man.” “No problem, bro,” He tosses me the ball. We talk, we shift and spar. I don’t want to leave the driveway. Carl is mated to the Gamma, not the ranked Gamma, but he is a hell of a fighter. I sit in the gravel and watch. Bill’s brown wolf and Carl’s gray wolf look almost evenly matched. Bill finally gets this upper hand, but I can’t help the smirk on my face. “You let him win,” I tease Carl. “You pulled off the gas in last minutes.”

I laughed softly at the sight of Preston on the floor with his little sister on his back, yanking his hair while his brother tried to poke his eye. Carla and Jerry was sitting on the bed, watching their younger kids torment their eldest son. The love and pride that shone through their eyes were very much visible and it made me think towards the day that I have kids of my own. Carla looked pale under the plain white sheets that covered her up to her abdomen. Her eyes were slightly sunken and her cheeks looked hollow, causing her cheekbones to look more prominent than the last time I saw her. Jerry was right by her side, sitting on the edge of the bed with one foot crossed under the other. The

The stairwell was very quiet. He had run this calculation before. He had sat with it in the car on the way back from the Holloway house, in the training session that didn't empty his head, on the driveway this morning when he had driven past her and told himself it was a decision and not just fury wearing a decision's clothes. He had arrived at the same place every time. "I could negotiate," he said. It came out without conviction and he heard it. "With what?" Riley said simply. "What are you offering that's worth more than what I'm holding?"

“You are a good man.” “Whatever!” Miguel tongued out at him. Xander rolled his eyes at him, turning back to Carl. “You want to talk about it?” Carl scoffed, “nah, I would rather drink the night away.” Raising his glass for a cheer. “I am here with you, brother!” The both of them cheered, letting out odd laughs. The night was definitely going to be a long one.

He seems nervous at first but he eventually got better. He may not get any kills from that clash but he was the reason they got the BIG to annihilate. He has the biggest impact on the group. "What do you think Ren?" I look at the person beside me who was not even putting a glimpse of attention on the game. " hey Ren" I called him for the second time. He just gives me his famous bored look and continues solving his Rubiks. Seriously, what is so good about that square thing? " aren't you supposed to evaluate them, captain, they are your possible teammates," Carl said sipping his drinks in a can. Ren stuns for a moment and looks at carl. " they are not even worthy, to begin with" he said bored.