Young Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

“ Well I heard his aunt was watching over it for him until he came of age, it belonged to his mother- she died when he was younger and his aunt was supposed to come to introduce him but I think something came up” “How do you even know all of these?” I asked her. “Because unlike you, most people have used the internet and the Gallagher story had once caused a stir and I can't believe you couldn't recognize popular Caden Gallagher, every lady's sweetheart and see he's on all the covers of Hey magazine” she had her phone in front of me with a picture of a Greek god with messy black hair and the deepest shade of blue eyes ever. Did he look like this? I couldn't remember.

Gael. He poured himself a drink, the clink of the ice echoed in the room. He had been sure, absolutely sure it was Gael. The beard was gone, and he looked more filled out than before, but Andres would never forget that face. That smug, traitorous face. Gael had just exited a mall, shopping bags in hand, laughing as he slid into the passenger seat of a sleek black car. Living free. Living happily. The glass trembled in Andres' hand before he flung it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a satisfying crash.

Carl says and hangs up, His hand stroking his light stubble Hus phone pings and he pick it up, his eyes darkens at what he saw, It was Mia holding a small boy, She looked at him with so much love *Did she get Married over there?* Carl asks inwardly and soon another picture was sent to him It was a Picture of Liam, His wide gummy smile, Carl eyes squints, If he wasn't wrong, Liam looked like his Younger him "No way the child is mine...Or is it?" Carl asks himself not noticing Logan at his back

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.”

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.”

Kaylen wrapped his arms around his neck as he walked out of the study. “You know your mum would get mad if she found out about this.” Dexter said and Kaylen looked at him. “Then she would never know.” He replied and Dexter chuckled. Xavier dropped his phone and turned to Carl. “Carl, when is Kaylen and Kaylee’s birthday?” He asked with a stern look as he sat up. Carl looked at him confused before letting out a chuckle. “How am I supposed to know?” Carl asked. “Oh.” Xavier muttered. “You could have asked him when instead of lying.” Carl replied.

Carl feels his anticipation die down, "And?" "He had the mark on his back alright, so we questioned him at length about his other relatives and extended family. He did not have much information in this regard. Said he was an orphan, was adopted, and brought up by a family in the UK, who then shifted to Greece. He does have a daughter, but she isn't born with the mark" Carl looks intently at him, and knows that there is more, "But that's not it." "No, it isn't. He remembers having a younger sister. She wasn't adopted by his family, and he never saw her again. With any luck, she might still be here in the UK."

I didn’t even think she would agree. But she gave me a chance to fix her broken heart or, in other words, make her fall in love with me. I thought it wouldn’t be a hard job for me; I had women chasing me all the time. As for Riley, she was a challenge for me. “Let’s get back to work. Did you look up at Carl like I said?” I asked, changing the subject. Luke grumbled, and I heard him typing roughly on the keyboard. He cleared his throat, and I chugged down my drink as he started talking. “Carlos De Luca, who’s known as Carl the dick.” He stopped to chuckle at his joke before continuing. “He owns car dealerships around Europe, also modeling and-“

I need a video of her writing the email, sending it—something undeniable, not just this circumstantial bullshit. “Carl,” Jax suddenly says, drawing our attention. I wait for him to explain what he means. “It’s Carl. He’s the only person who has it in for Dhalia, and we know he’s tried leaving the city and failed.” Jax is right. Carl tried to run after we warned him what was coming, but he’s not stupid. He knows he can’t escape us. Maybe this is his way of putting doubt in our minds about Dhalia. If that’s his plan, it’s not going to work.

“You might have, but the details you provided are completely different from what the police found. If you really did kill the man, you can’t possibly not even know where the man died, could you?” Carol looked up. When she looked at the handsome man in the suit, she found him familiar. Suddenly, she recognized him. “Are you… Gavin Renae?” Gavin put his name card back into his pocket and said, “You know me, it seems. But then again, we share the same last name. We might have been family a few centuries ago,” he joked. All Carol wanted to say was that there was no business person in Northvale who did not know who Gavin was. He was, after all, publicly acknowledged as a really talented person.