Caroline Chucky Novels & Stories

“Alright, the first guy I met was … um, Josh, I think. He was a blonde. Blue eyes. Charming. Very charming, and very respectful. He seemed more like a going steady type of a guy than a hookup though.” “So, option one is blonde prince charming, mhm. Boring. Go on.” “He wasn’t boring! He actually gave me his number before he left.” I shrug. “I don’t think I will use it, but I don’t know.” “Oh, no! You should definitely use it,” Audrey confirms, “see what is hidden behind prince charming’s charm.” She perks up in her chair. “Actually, do it right now! Where’s his number?” “Umm, it was in my clutch I had last night. I don’t remember where I put it.”

Says Georgia, as she thumps the table with her fist. Georgia is the Exorcism Witch, she specializes in dark magic and is an expert when it comes to demons. "It would be the ritual of the sinful bones right?" Soureh confidently said. In her left eye, she glares at Karla like she did something wrong. Karla sits there and ignores her. "It should be," Georgia replied. "Whatever the reason is, we need to find out why he is here..." Hawking declares. "What are we going to do then?" Karla said. "To find out?"

She was a scarily good actress; no wonder I didn't even have a single doubt about her. “And I should take your word for it?” “You can verify," she said. She was tapping her legs nervously on the floor. “Jessie would reach out without Stephen’s knowing, and then you can…” “Take what belongs to me," he finished. The line fell silent, and he chuckled. "Tell me… is she crying?” We all snapped our gazes to each other and then back to the phone in Chloe’s now-steady hands. She had got a hang of the situation and was handling it a lot better than I was.

Coming down from the little staircase, Chloe groaned in frustration and dragged her fingers through her long braids. “Where could she have gone to?” Karina stood close to the wall, hugging her arms. Her curly hair was tied in a messy bun, and she kept shifting on her feet like she had tiny ants crawling on her skin. “Try her number again,” she said, her voice thin with worry. Her eyes kept darting towards the road as if Charlotte would suddenly appear.