Charles Blow Books Novels & Stories

“And not one or the other will I, as long as my pack is in there.” “We might not have much of a—” Charles starts, but he’s cut off by a jolt of enchantment that tosses him clear of us, thumping the wind out of him as a bunch of magic-wielding werebears near in around us. He battles to get back to his feet. “Get behind me,” Map book commands. “No way,” I answer, instep moving to stand back-to-back with him. “I adore you,” I remind Chart book, mindful that this might be my final chance to tell him.

We were climbing the main staircase when a figure nearly collided with us. "Watch where you're—" I stopped mid-sentence. It was Charles. My younger cousin. He was carrying a book, clutching it to his chest like something precious. His face was flushed, his eyes bright with excitement. "Caleb! You're out!" Charles grinned. "Congratulations." "Thanks." I eyed him curiously. "Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?" "Oh, this." He held up the book. "The Luna mentioned she was looking for this particular title in the library last week but couldn't find it. I finally tracked down a copy and thought I'd bring it to her."

"Wait, you actually read for pleasure?" Charles's gray eyes lit up with challenging fire. "Why does everyone assume I don't read? I love to read, and yes, Lucien got me onto these Gothic novels. Very inappropriate." He waggled his eyebrows. "Heaving bosoms, seductions, dark towers and the like. What's not to enjoy, eh? Besides, it can be quite useful in more playful seductions, which the ladies quite enjoy." Charles nodded at the book. "You have to read that one. Lady Audrina is a bit like the Sheridan girl."

So, he worked hard to earn money and convince the owner to sell a portion of the land to him. Not bad, if I were to ask. Being surrounded by trees and plants, and away from the bustling city, is a perfect kind of escape. “You had all my books?” I could not help but ask when the first thing that caught my eye the moment we stepped foot into the house was his bookshelf in the corner. “So, the rumors are true? You’re this famous author who wrote BL books?” Charlie eagerly asked before he snatched the book I just grabbed from the shelf. It was the same book that Dad used to slap me in the face. Speaking of which, I heaved a deep sigh as I only had a few hours left before Dad would disown me.

This time she was a little impatient and upset. "It's nothing actually, I promise you. Just give it to me and I'd explain it to you", Charles requested. "I see you are not going to tell me right. Then I just have to see what it contains myself", Angela said. She picked the drawing book with both her hands as she opened it. "Please Nooo!", Charles begged in one last attempt to prevent her from doing that. Angela didn't pay him or his words any attention as she flipped through the drawing book until she stumbled upon it.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

"We've officially reached the stage where our apartment has more square footage than my entire childhood neighborhood." Charles looked up from the box he was unpacking. "Is that a complaint?" "It's an observation." He nodded thoughtfully, as though observations deserved equal consideration. "I've noticed something too." "Oh?" "You've unpacked exactly three items." "I unpacked the kettle." "You removed the kettle from the box." "...Technicalities are the enemy of romance, Charles." He smiled. She considered that a victory. While Evelyn wandered from room to room imagining where plants would eventually die under her care, Charles unpacked books with the solemn concentration of a museum curator

I'm back -Brandon appears through the door with several books and newspapers. -Brandon, what's all this? -I took several newspapers and put them on the table. -You'll be surprised at what's in these papers-Promise me you won't get upset. -I promise, but what are you talking about? Sol picked up a newspaper and started flipping through it. -I thought about what you told me about Charles and... -Well, well, who do we have here? -A rather angry Charles appears through the door, looking at Sol like a wolf at his prey.

Despite the book being old, there was beauty in it because it had emotions and wishes listed in it which were handwritten as well. Surprising as it was to me because I had rarely ever seen Charles holding a pen. He has always been engrossed in electronics from the time that I have known him, and even back then he always had either his phone or his tablet in his hand and a pen only if he had to sign a document. His assistant, Edward, would hand it over to him if his signature was needed on some document.

Eva said. “I second that.” Charlie agreed. “And if I never sell a single copy then? What next?” I sniffled. Eva smiled kindly at me. “what if you never sell a single copy of those books you hate?” Charlie smacked my arm lightly. “and what do you mean what if you never sell another copy? We’ll all buy one, Jay’s a billionaire so he could buy two or a thousand. We’ll all bully our acquaintances into buying one. I’m sure you’d have twenty sure people who’d buy your books by then.”