Young Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

Gael let out. Oh, I remember. It had been a hard time for both our families. I had wanted to escort a kitten who was in the middle of the road. Sure, that had been reckless of me but I had checked the two sides of the road, properly before hurrying to get the kitten but all a sudden, a car was driving towards me at full speed. It was later discovered that the driver was drunk. I had thought I was going to get hit by it but Gael, even at the tender age of twelve had ran into the road and pushed me aside, he got hit by the car instead.

And just when the fire is burning, someone had seen the smoke and took it as an advantage. Gael, the third child of the Navarro’s; the supposed successor of their empire is throwing a rebellion on his family. Gael and my brother Jax grew up together. Ever since, Gael would always be the one to show interest when dad lectures them about laws and politics. Meanwhile, I watch him flourish into a man he is today. Handsome, smart; womanizer, and an as$hole. "The decision is yours, Elyse," said my father.

His arm rested loosely around me for a moment before he seemed to think better of it, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee. I noticed a tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his right arm, partially hidden by his shirt cuff. It looked like a tail... maybe a wolf's? "And for the record, I'm not a murderer. I run the Velgrave Gang," he added casually, clearly catching me staring at his arm, and distracting me just as he tugged his sleeve down. Gang? Mafia thing? The words like Mafia, gang were forbidden in my house. When I was seven, Carl hadn't yet spiraled into addiction and gambling. Our family hadn't gone bankrupt. My mom was still healthy. My brother, Adrian, left home after

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Carter bent down to grab it in a panic but it was already too late. Carly crossed her arms over her chest. “Wow. So you’re Layla’s little informant now? You better remember, your last name is Lucas. If Grandpa finds out about this, he’s gonna say your loyalty’s pointing in the wrong direction again.” “I’m just sharing a slice of life,” Carter replied without missing a beat. Then, narrowing his eyes mischievously, he leaned in. “Not like you. You’re basically deep undercover in enemy territory. If Grandpa finds out about that, trust me, it’s not gonna end with just a lecture.”

She nodded in understanding “Your station was probably your barrier…” “That… and….” Carl smiled sheepishly “her younger son, second young master was older than me and I was still in shorts…” “Oh…my…. ha….ha…ha….” Mira couldn’t help herself much to Carl’s embarrassment “How old were you?” “I was probably eight….” Carl pursed his lips wrinkling his forehead as he muttered “What does my age have to do with it?”

"It's Cameryn Gallagher she is being forced to go by now, isn't it?" Gallagher! Now I knew why that surname rang a bell. The Gallaghers were... My blood ran cold. The Gallaghers were Camille's adoptive parents. The ones who were involved with the switch that fucked up my life in the first place because they couldn't finish the job. Could it be a coincidence that a healer who was always on a mask as if she was hiding a secret carried a name like Gallagher? "Are you implying that Cameryn Gallagher, my healer, who I found purely from luck is Camille Dumont?" Dimitri chuckled. "Might you also be implying that her children whom I just met a few days ago are mine?"

But when Carlo reminded her of the promises he’d made to her on the island, her last doubts melted away. A playful glint sparkled in Carlo's eyes as he grinned. "Oh, but Isabella does exist. And yes, she really is a Cavalieri." Lyla's gaze immediately turned suspicious until Carlo quickly clarified, "Though, she’s only six years old." Realizing how close she came to falling for another of his jokes, Lyla clenched her fist and gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Before she could pull her hand back, Carlo caught her wrist, gently pulling her into his arms.

Her hands were clasped together while waiting for the response of Mauvais. “Nah, Carol. You’re making your skin darker.” Gavin commented. “You’re just insecure. How about I’ll teach you how to swim?” it wasn’t a suggestion, it was a tease. Gavin rolled his eyes that made Carol chuckled. Gavin is shorter than Carol. His dark brown hair has curly tips and his face has freckles. He’s playful with everyone but most of the time, he teases Carol. He was from Fermaclan, a place of farmers.

let's go" He grabs my hand and leads me to the backdoor, and there is a trail of blood everywhere. Theo opens the door to welcome the sight of carl together with his men, and another gang pointing guns at each other. " You killed my dad's capo and he send me to get your head," the leader snaps and its a young boy. He can't be any older than me and from his accent, he's Russian. "Well too bad your father will never see you again, let alone my head " Carl smirks evilly giving his men a signal and the Russian soldiers drop dead, unexpectedly.