Young Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. "But it was okay—Gallagher had a plan. He said he was going to kill you. So I held off on killing you and your daughter, let him take care of it himself. He said once you were gone, he’d go back to Carmilla and take your daughter with him." He clicked his tongue again, pressing the gun harder against my head. I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks. "But that damned Gallagher! He said he never planned to kill you! He left Carmilla for you! Said he loves you! You—a gold-digging bitch!"

Gallagher. She hated her stepmother, and it was very obvious. I could understand why, but what I was unable to find out was how Tally’s mother had died. I didn’t find any record of it or hear any rumors. The Gallagher family was very discreet. They liked to lie low and stay away from the public eye. “Where are your older brother and your mother?” Mr. Gallagher asked. “My mother’s health has declined over the years. She’s back in Italy and was unable to make it. She will be there for the wedding. Nico is on his way.”

Ophelia's POV Gale and Callum's brother had gone with the other car, and we were now in a Bugatti sports car with Callum driving at a maddening speed, not caring if he got stopped by a road policeman. An earpod was in his ear as he chanted something in Italian I couldn't understand. From the start of the drive, his brow had been furrowed, not speaking to me and not even telling me where we were going. Maybe a hotel to lodge at, or his home—where he had kept me locked in five years ago. Or probably, he was trying to give me the reasons he had killed my fiancé, and his father, mother, and brother.

The officer who had been checking the victim's information said, "Ms. Garcia, we've confirmed the victim's identity. His name was Carl Atkins, Mosby's senior apprentice. He was somewhat of a celebrity in Blumedale!" "Package the body and send it to the deceased's family," Chantelle ordered coldly. One of the officers asked, "Ms. Garcia, should we issue a warrant?" Chantelle shook her head. "No need. I know who the killer is." The officer smiled. "That makes things easier. Ms. Garcia, you can lead us to make the arrest. This guy was ruthless—he smashed Carl's face completely. Not to mention his chest, with who knows how many broken bones. We need to bring this outlaw to justice…"

“You do realize the extensive checks each and everyone of us has gone through, Girl?” I stopped my staring match with my legs and glared at Carl. He was what? Eight or ten years older than me. Where did he get off calling me girl? “No, I don’t know what involves becoming the praetor’s little circle of trust and beyond finding the Betrayer I don’t care. Obviously, he’s been able to get past your security before. What makes you think he hasn’t gotten better at it?” I winced, realizing that wasn’t a submissive reply and stared back down at my legs.

He shamefully knew the details of her body, a birthmark on her left breast and a red scar on her abdomen, reminding him of the exploitation he had taken part in. Sheriff Tanner deliberately raised his voice slightly for others in the room to hear. “I’ve never seen this one before,” he remarked, seeking to create an impression. A diligent young deputy stepped forward, closing his notebook with a sense of accomplishment. “Her name is Carol Partridge. She just turned seventeen and lived with her grandmother in Valley Mills. No other family left,” he reported. “Such a shame, so young,” Sheriff Tanner feigned sorrow, awkwardly turning to Sheriff Gilbert and leaving the young deputy alone. His ton

He couldn’t help but be awed by the different antiques he saw. “Once we get you treated, I can show you around. But first, let’s take care of your wound.” “Yes, sir.” Carl sighed, and he knew this man was still guarded against him. “Right, what’s your name?” “I’m Ethan Castro, sir.” “Call me Carl. And to remind you, I hate being called sir.” Carl then hopped into his Ferrari parked in front of the museum. Ethan followed him as he kept a cloth in his wound. “So tell me, Ethan, why were you in the King’s Game?”

Suddenly, a young boy’s voice came through. He subtly pushed Taylor aside and extended his hand to Charlie. This boy looked like he was ten, or so Charlie thought. He had brown hair. He was slightly underweight-looking, and his forehead was somewhat broader. This boy gave Charlie an extra wide smile and said, “Hi, I’m Carl! Taylor told me all about you!” Charlie fell confused. She glanced at Taylor, silently asking. Taylor coughed against his fist and explained, “Just today. I told him about you just today.”

“Welcome young man” Carl patted Ralph’s shoulder appreciating his physique. Ralph is fifteen years old but he grew up into fine young man with well built broad shoulders. He wore a white turtle neck sweater paired with dark blue jeans giving his tall body a perfect look. He is so handsome with his chocolate brown hair ruffled by the air which he brushed away from his forehead by his fingers. “Carl. Good to see you again” Ralph shook hands with Carl as formal gesture and then hugged his father Louis who squeezed back his body to show how proud he is of his son for achieving many honours at such young age.

What was unlikely though, was the fact that the youngest Gallagher did not want to be discovered by anyone. "Jordan Gallagher has become one of my assets," said the Brigadier General. He pouted thoughtfully as he ushered Vee back to the hallway. "He is also a member of the Black Ribbon Elites, working as a field agent. I wonder if he is prepared to show himself to the world."