Chara X Frisk Novels & Stories

“Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.” “Really? He is that hot?” Freya said. “Show me a picture!” Charlie stilled. She made a face and revealed, “I don’t have a picture of him.” “Whaaat?” Freya reacted. “How can you not have a picture of your fake boyfriend? And you said he was handsome. Why did you never steal a picture?”

Sensing even the faintest hint of distress, as Zeke rushes to the forefront of my mind, itching for a fight. Fletcher has the same concerns as we rush toward Charity. A slight giggle is on her pink lips while her cheeks flush with fear and excitement. Reaching her together, we each grab a hand, ignoring the other’s existence. Focusing all of our attention on her, looking her over for any serious injury. “What happened?” Fletcher and I demand together. “I pissed Xander off, and he got all Alpha scary,” she explains, but I don’t miss the slight flinch, setting Zeke on edge, ready to tear him to pieces.

but the friction between us seemed to awaken the beast behind my zipper. This time, I had her cuddled next to my side and she didn't seem to relax at all. "This is a joke, isn't it?" Leslie chuckled derisively ."You expect me to believe that you," her finger pointed at me then," could date this?" And the pointing was directed at Charli.

“Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.” Really? He is that hot?” Freya said. “Show me a picture!” Charlie stilled. She made a face and revealed, “I don’t have a picture of him.” “Whaaat?” Freya reacted. “How can you not have a picture of your fake boyfriend? And you said he was handsome. Why did you never steal a picture?”

For him to kill their father and their uncle, he certainly has soared in strength, as no one had ever succeeded in killing both men. “Lower your blade, warrior,” he tells Freck. But the latter struggles to listen. “Zechariah, fighting disgusts me. But if you push me, I will not hold back,” Frail warns. Freck remains headstrong. Zeedar grabs his wrist and tries to force his hand down. But he doesn’t apply much strength. If he does, mistakes could happen. Yet, Freck doesn’t let Zeedar’s urge move him. Frail then grabs the wrist, shifts back, and swirls Freck around so that the latter’s back is now faced to him. Now Freck’s hand twisted to his back, and he groans as Frail kicks the back of his

Charlie screeched in alarm, disbelief laced in his voice, handing me his work tab. Warm light brown eyes staring into mine, knocking the air out of me for a moment. The red dress she wore highlighted her smooth chestnut skin with her warm undertones. Her hair was packed in a messy French bun on top of her head, two tendrils framing her perfect face. Images of the two of us sprawled on my bed in California flitting across my mind, I felt something shift inside of me. Something primal. “ Xavier.” Charlie called, the amusement in his voice breaking into my line of thought.

Xena explained. Charlene frowned, "Are you reminding me?" Xena smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, "Aren't you two getting along well?" Charlene lowered her head, gently shaking it, "Not really. He's extremely polite to me. We have never had physical contact. I feel like he's not happy around me.

"Wake up and take a look at those wonderful despair painted on your comrades' faces." Raiden was completely annoyed about what the dark lord did. "Don't touch her or even come near her." Pricus quickly lifted his hands away from Fraise's shoulders, "Oh my, I'm scared." He said, and then he started chuckling. A few seconds after that, he began to flash a smirk on his face and touches Fraise's hair gently, and then he suddenly pulled it. The poor female defender couldn't do anything but to groan because of the pain she's feeling right now.

“I want us to start all over again. No revenge plans, no Lydia, only me and you.” Her grin spread. “Sounds good.” I stretched my hands towards her. “Hi. I am Xavier, the Alpha of the Black Ridge pack.” She shook my hands. “Hi. I am Charlotte and it is really nice to meet you.” We both let go of our hands and continued our meals. A few minutes later, we finished our food. I cleared the bills and we both stepped out. Charlotte paused suddenly. “I need to use the restroom. I will be back in a minute.”

Chara, with practiced ease, places her leg in the middle of, yanking him forward jerkily, he flinches but he does not budge, a smile growing on his face. “Did you think I was going to fall for that again?” Chara smirks, blowing him a kiss. His grip on her hand lightens, distracted. Using that opportunity, she flips him over effortlessly, landing on his couch achily. “Don’t touch me.” She hisses.