Charles And Diana Novels & Stories

I step into the room closely followed by Alexander and there she was stood, a red mist swirling around her entire body and she was floating a good meter off the ground, her arm outstretched and a red mist stretching from her arm out to Damon who was also floating, the red mist circling his neck. “Charlie” The mist drops him instantly and Damon’s body falls to the floor whilst Charlie lowers herself carefully, the red mist dissipating as she stares at me. Alexander pushes pass me and goes to Damon, checking for a pulse he shakes his head “He’s gone” Looking at Charlie, she is staring straight over me and when I look to where she is staring, my sister is staring back at her. I’m not entirely s

Even though I no longer cared about their approval, it was still inappropriate to put on public displays of affection since they were seniors of the family. “They’re watching, Charles.” “Beg me.” I decided to give up and wrapped my arms around Charles’s neck instead. Since he decided to be shameless, I had nothing to be afraid of. Charles was their beloved descendant. Even if he murdered someone, they would just think that he might have had a good reason. After this show, we would part ways and never meet each other again, after all. Halfway through lunch, Cecilia Green, another one of Charles’s cousins, threw her plate at me. “Serve me some food.”

But now when Charles died, he had no relatives left. A staff member carried Charles's urn to the mourning hall and put it on the table. Daisy slowly bent down. When she saw Charles's photo on the urn, she fell to the futon. "Daisy." Sean hurriedly helped her up. Tears falling down, Daisy touched Charles's photo. "Charles, I'm here to see you off. Although we're not siblings, I think you'll be very sad if no one cry for you. I'm here. Can you see me?"

It was a gift from her, and he intended to keep it. Seeing his resolve, Diana decided not to press the matter any further. As they entered and climbed the stairs towards a private room, they unexpectedly spotted a young couple near the reserved area. The woman, dressed in a beige suit, exuded sophistication with her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders—a refined beauty. It was Charlotte. Standing beside her was a handsome young man, none other than Albert, whom Diana recognized from the Wallace banquet. Diana halted in her tracks. What rotten luck! Running into someone she found utterly distasteful during a simple dinner.

“Well, to be honest, it was all Grandpa. It was our gift for our second-year wedding anniversary, Yesterday.” “What?” Diana’s expression changed instantly. “Your anniversary was yesterday and you didn’t even celebrate it?” Her voice rose again, and it was filled with anger. Charles frowned quietly, his thoughts heavy. Something was off between his daughter and her husband. “What is going on with these two?” he wondered silently.

“I hate to say this, but you are married to Charles, that makes you in charge. This is your territory.” “What about your territory?” I ask. “That’s definitely yours.” “Get a room,” Diana says. “Get a life,” Valerie retorts. I sneak away, leaving them while they argue about Diana’s life. ***********************' I knock once on the door of Charles’ study. There’s no response, but I know that he is in there, according to his scent. “Charles?” I say as I slowly open the door. “Where’s…” I trail off. “In the incinerator. I can’t believe I did that.” He is sitting on the other side of the desk, his face in his palms.

Marianne felt very irritated because Charlie was still holding on to her hand, so she said angrily, “Didn’t you hear what I said just now? He’s my fiancé!” “How can that be possible?!” Dillion spoke angrily as if someone had offended him greatly, “My father just had dinner with Uncle Long last week, and Uncle Long said that he was in favor of me getting into a relationship with you! He said that you’ve never been in a relationship before, and he hoped that I could step up my efforts. How could you already have a fiancé just a week later?!”

Carl repeated the vow staring into Diana blue eyes through the veil, he couldn’t wait to open it and kiss that lips. Diana also said her vows with so much joy in her heart. Finally, she would be a married lady in few minutes. She was in her late twenties and her mother had been worried if she was ever going to get a husband and out of nowhere, he appeared and they fell magically in love. They only dated for two years before Carl proposed, Diana didn’t hesitate. “Thank you so much, you can now have your seats,” the priest told the audience and continued with the rites.

But she didn't flinch. Instead, she picked up her champagne, lifted it graciously, and addressed Charles. "So that's what you do for fun?" she said with nonchalance. "March people in front of crocodiles in formal dresses?" He drank. "They only bite if you bleed." She smiled faintly. “Then let’s not give them a drop.” They danced. Not because they wanted to. Because the room demanded it. On the parquet floor beneath a chandelier shaped like a galaxy, Charles Billion and Fiona danced their first public waltz. His hand rested lightly on her back, hers on his shoulder. The press snapped photos from the side, lenses long and hungry.

"Brilliant!" Charles's eyes sparkled with deep longing. He unconsciously dropped the document he earlier requested on the receptionist's desk and lazily strolled toward the reception waiting room to get her. Charles had barely taken a few steps towards Phoenix, when his eyes fell on the almighty Kingston, walking into the premises like a gallant and fearless war Lord. "I'm f**Ked!" Charles froze temporarily on the spot. He didn't anticipate the unannounced visit of the DK Somalink god, David Kingston.