Novels by Charlie Ideale

It's not like I'm now used to everything weird that the mansion and the inhabitants were shedding me, but I'm not that surprised anymore when things got into some craps. So I think that's progress.Besides, this is not actually the first time I encountered weird and dark creatures because Papu was actually a Paranormal Tour Guide. But anyway, let me just focus on my paperwork for tonight so I can go back to sleep.Well, I'm still staying at Zayde's room but I guess he's right when he said this is the safest place for me to dwell, especially when this entire mansion seems to literally suck the life out of me the moment I first stepped my feet inside.Good thing though, aside from a talking crow and a foreign-speaking butler, there were no other weird craps that could actually creep me out, like crying voices in the restroom or some unknown shadows or footsteps from the corridors and other crap."But wait! If Alastor can actually talk, then why didn't he say anything the first time we m

"A-are you going to kill me?""No, I don't kill people. I just torture them in a friendly way then take them to the hospital after. Don't worry, I also pay the hospital bills."The woman with a blindfold tried to distinguish the direction in which my voice and footsteps were coming from, but as soon as she turned to face me, I immediately slapped her with a hardbound book.In a snap, the impact made her face the opposite direction as the loud thud became a harmony to my ears, especially when I heard desperate coughs that even came with marvelous blood.Was it because I inserted a small hammer inside the book or just simply because of my strength alone? Well, either way, this woman who's currently tied upside down to a thick pole is still doomed because I was just warming up.A sinister smile formed on my thin lips as my gentle hands slowly removed her blindfold. And as our eyes finally met, her screams immediately surrounded the whole place as if it could actually make a difference in

I woke up in a huge bed with its everything-black features. The cushion has an addictive smell, making it harder for me to gather myself and stand up. So there, I ended up rolling over and hugging the comfy pillow beside me. I was even close to entering my nightmare wonderland again if it wasn't for the glimpse of a freaking crow right at the darkish bedside table!"What in the name of hot sauce!" I muttered and immediately crawled away from it. I ended up sitting down on the edge of the bed, while having a staring contest with the huge crow with red eyes.The creature didn't even flinch and just continuously darted a death glare at me. This left me to raise my hand and try shooing it away. However, my hand was stuck mid-air upon realizing the most important part—I'm not in my room.My eyes widened as the flashbacks of everything that happened before passing out came back to my senses. The wise skull-mask wearing guy, the bashful and petite driver who can or cannot read minds, the see

"I can't believe you just sold me.""I didn't!""Yes, you did! You don't love me!""Well, I really don't! But that's not the issue here. The point is, what I did was for your own good!"I gasped and darted him a death glare, not minding the fact we're currently pacing one of the hospital's hallways. I was even about to shower him with my sentiments but he immediately interrupted it by pointing his fingers at my lips."Chill okay, you just have to write a book for him. That's it. I even made a thirty-page rulebook for the contract and it includes your human rights so don't worry. You'll still come home to us afterwards," he said, trying to calm me down, but it only made me scoff even more.Gah! Why am I even related to this guy?After saying goodbye to Papu and packing a few things, I silently waited outside the house for whoever was supposedly going to pick me up. That's what that animal, Mister Serenade, supposedly said. He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy m

"All you have to do is to write for me, right? So write everything that I want because I will own you somehow."The way he said it was too determined as if he was defending a research paper that was already in a life and death situation from its panelist. Leaving me to be stuck staring at his entire existence like he was a sort of a poorly written essay with no relevance to the fucking topic.Okay, maybe he's rich but he's definitely nuts. Where in the part that I'm not included in the package did he not understand? He even held both of my arms as if we were close, he might even take me away any moment from now, which caused me to just exhale and raise an eyebrow at him."Well, I'm not for sale so you can fuck off. Besides, according to Briar's Guidelines on how to get a customer properly, rule number twenty-three stated that when a potential client is being a creep and disrespectful, I can just stab them in the face." I painted a sweet smile as I pointed the sharp blades from my dagg

"Rule #1: Don't chase your potential clients with a knife."Have you ever felt like you were cursed to suffer forever? Like the entire purpose of your life is for tormention? Because I do. Ever since I was born, life has a strange way of reminding me why I shouldn't hold on to things that were meant to break. Trends, promises, status, condoms, standards and et cetera.Everything is uncertain and in order to live, I must be adaptable to changes. Good thing my Papu taught me the art of not giving a fuck. With our late black pick-up truck, he was literally driving me to kindergarten, blasting his favourite rock bands in our speaker as if we owned the streets. He raised me so damn well and I wouldn't achieve half of the peacefulness I have without him.So with my shades and black lipstick on years later, I can still always roam the streets of Cashmodeus City with the smug look on my face and do whatever I want. Because just like what he said, to hell be with everyone, it ain't their life