Charles Calvin Novels & Stories

Marianne smiled and said, “Mr. Wade, although you did not graduate from university, you must have read many books, right? You even know about the unpopular school of thoughts related to the three souls.” Charlie laughed in a self-deprecating manner and said, “I did not read many books. I have been struggling at the bottom of society for twenty years, so how could I have had so much time and energy to read more books? I only know about this because my father told me about it when I was young.”

When Yvonne let her hair down and took off those Coke-bottle glasses, she was a knockout. “What the hell are you doing to my wife, Charles?” Calvin asked as he approached them. “And what the hell are you doing here?” His thick, dark hair was combed down with a side part. He was a few inches taller than Charles and bulkier in width. Charles kept his arm around Yvonne’s shoulders. It was fun to get a rise out of Calvin every now and again. “Nice to see you too, Calvin,” he said with a smirk. “I came to support the cause. I was talking to Yvonne about making a donation.”

His chest tightened as it dawned on him how his older brother often asked about Raelyn. However, it never occurred to him because when Charles revealed his relationship with Raelyn, the first thing Calvin said back then was, "Why are you dating a lowlife?" Calvin was the one who opposed their relationship the most, and he influenced their parents.

He chuckled as he wondered what Calvin had possibly said to Charlene the previous night that seemed to have caught her interest. Calvin always took pride in his ability to get any woman but Charlene was not just any woman and Tony would have sworn that she was way out of his friend's league. But with what had just happened, Calvin was indeed what he called himself, The Casanova King. "Well played, my friend" Tony chuckled as he slid the card into his pocket. "Well played."

little Charles hadn't seen enough of his little sister and didn't want to leave. Howard smiled and rubbed his head, "Baby, your little sister will come home in a few days, and then you can play with her." little Charles understood, but was still reluctant to take his eyes away, constantly looking at the baby in Calvin's arms. Even though he couldn't see her, he still didn't take his eyes away. Calvin waved to little Charles, and little Charles waved his little hand in return. Calvin's heart melted. Unknowingly, he had become a father.

Declan had called a council meeting to talk to the councillors about all the principles and processes surrounding his ascension to the throne. There was very little that he could say to get them on his side, but ultimately he only needed one person's approval before he could rightly say that the colony was his. Unfortunately for him, I feared that Councillor Calhoun would not be very open to siding with him after the way her hand his men butcher through the audience at Manuel's wedding. Calhoun was certainly not going to side with Declan, especially since he was running a whooping thirty minutes late to a meeting that he himself had asked for, in his own territory.

Upon checking, Celia learned that Charles' father was an elder of the Church and that his mother was a religious studies teacher. Celia was one of those truly flawed people who could never be satisfied with anything. There was no such thing as enough. There was always more to be had with these types of people. So even though Carl was one of the wealthiest men in Utah and certainly in the Church, it wasn't enough for her. She wanted her own, not his by association, and she had long thought about and planned how to get it.

Calvin replied casually, "You were just doing your job, ensuring the guests are taken care of. By the way, she..." "Please rest assured, sir. We'll take excellent care of her. Mr. Elijah has already instructed us," Charles responded quickly, knowing exactly who Calvin was referring to. Calvin chuckled. "Seems like he's not too busy in America." "He's just concerned about his wife, that's all. Sir, this way, please. Your car is ready." Charles gestured respectfully. Calvin glanced in the direction Charles indicated, seeing a black Mercedes-Benz van parked at the entrance. Calvin gave Charles a look and said indifferently, "Looks like if I don't leave, Elijah won't be able to sit still in Amer

But Calvin had stayed the course until he married a woman he didn't love, who had now, ironically, brought him to his knees. If Calvin hadn't had a strong faith, he might have given in to temptation long ago, especially when he was in a relationship with Chelsea, which had lasted for four years. It wasn't that Calvin no longer loved Chelsea or had found his ideal woman. It was because he was afraid of falling into the grave sin of adultery.

Lucian added. “Charles? Lord Edmund’s son?” I asked, not sure. “Yes. Unlike Caleb, he is actually very talented and hardworking. Caleb is no match for him in terms of skill, but since Caleb is an Alpha’s son, people tend to praise him more to curry favor.” “Oh. No wonder I do not hear much about Charles.”