Charismatic Charlie Wade Full Novel Novels & Stories

I hated that at this moment I wanted to touch them, I almost gave in to the pull. My cock throbbed painfully, making a hiss escape my lips. “Don't worry. I would get you some help,” I said, as I took off my coat, came closer to wrap it around her. She crawled towards me immediately, "Help …me,” she whispered, voice hoarse, hot breaths fanning my skin. I paused, ignored the way my heart stuttered and covered her up. “She's ours. I would help my mate,” my wolf, Sade, growled again —persistant. I could feel the vibration in my cord, the way my bulge didn't seem to stop growing.

With her fingers intertwined with Taylor’s, Charlie added, “Oh, by the way, Taylor West is my boyfriend. We are so in love that we have already planned our future wedding, named our future kids, and all that good stuff.” “Taylor is my inspiration for everything,” Charlie further shared. “In fact, he was my motivation to write a romance novel. It’s called, Dedicated Love: How I Destroyed Every Girl Who Stared at My Man!” “What do you think? Isn’t the title great?” Charlie asked everyone. “Do you think it was too short?” “No! It was great!” Many responded similarly but with different words. “It’s just the right length,” a girl said, making sure not to look at Taylor.

His chiseled features set in a stoic expression, while his face was blank and devoid of emotions as he walked with an aura of power and authority into the black, sleek limousine waiting for him. * L -GALAXY ENTERTAINMENT, CEO'S OFFICE. Lucas swirled his chair around in a circle, a triumphant laughter cracking from his throat as he kept scrolling on the news. This was the most happiest day of his life. Stretching his arm forward, he took the brimming cup of coffee and drank it, a satisfactory smile on his charming face. "I wonder what he's going to do now. Watch and see how I'm going to destroy everything you've worked for, stepbrother."

Not even close to what she put me through. Jaudon Corp was gone. Charlie was reduced to serving people who looked down on him. Someone as proud as him would never survive that. He drowned himself in alcohol, spiraling deeper and deeper. The next I heard, he had stumbled onto a highway drunk and was crushed beyond recognition by a speeding car. The police found my number in his phone and called me to handle his remains. I didn't hesitate. "Cremate him. I didn't know him well." Meanwhile, Reagan and I grew closer.

Until Charlie made it clear he had no intention of living in a sexless marriage. I took a long look at him–tall, over six feet, restrained and aloof, devastatingly handsome, with a body that put runway models to shame. It did not seem entirely unacceptable. Aside from being quiet and hard to read, Charlie was practically the perfect husband. Handsome. Wealthy. Generous. Considerate. Also, if I were being honest, exceptionally skilled in bed. So it was inevitable. I fell for him. I told myself it was nothing. Even a cold, unfeeling object–a massager, a black card with unlimited spending–would grow on you if you used it long enough, right?

Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.” I didn’t win anything. Across the room, Jace was still watching me. Not like a man looking at a houseguest. Not like a father checking on his daughter’s friend. More like…More like he saw the crack in me and wanted to put his hands there. No. Stop. Absolutely not. I straightened my spine, pretending I wasn’t dying inside, and told myself I was imagining it. I wasn’t. Because later, after Lena dragged my suitcase upstairs and left me with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like a warm hug, I headed downstairs to return the mug—

He kissed his aunt on the cheeks and finally turned to face her, their eyes met. "You must know my nephew, Bradley, right, Charlie? He's a professor at Arch Institute ... have you joined his class already?" Maxine asked innocently. She was lost for words, this was the man who had been on a tour in the private gallery, looking at her pictures. This was her professor. "Professor Winthrop?" her voice cracked. "Charlene? ... You're Charlie?" he was as aghast as she was. "I've heard so much about Charlie but I had no idea it was you," he added, taking a sip of his champagne.

I roared at him. He pushed me off, such strength. I hissed. For an Omega, he dared to push me over my attempt to protect my territory. "You don't force yourself on a girl. I have always loved Charlie, and you just marked her!" "Pained?" I hissed, pushing him inside his room. A large portrait of Charlie hung proudly on his wall, glowing like he oiled it every day. The sight of it repelled Carl to stupor. I had to force myself to tear my gaze away.