Charles Calvin Novels & Stories

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.

Calvin replied. “I can’t tell you right now, but if you do it, I will be eternally grateful,” Charles told him. Calvin laughed, expecting his friend to follow suit. He didn’t. He had no issues helping Charles, but this seemed unusual. “I am serious, Calvin. I need your help.”

It was obvious that Vincenzo was driven only by rage and his quest for vengeance, but with that usually comes the ability to see things more critically than everyone else does. He had a valid point. I had heard the tales of Declan the destroyer; how he had massacred hundreds of upperclassmen, including Manuel and Natalue at their own wedding. He had even dissolved the rulership council, right after beheading Councillor Calhoun, the man who served as chief advisor for many Alphas before him. A man like that obviously had no restraint and he had made sure that he submitted to no one, so there was not a soul who could check his excesses.

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.

Calvin called to tell her about his mother invited Helena over for afternoon tea. When she heard this news, Arabella almost threw her phone out. “Isn’t your mother too impatient?” She still remembered Helena having a heart-to-heart talk with her two days ago, saying that though she did not think highly of President Fulton, she was even more worried about Calvin. After all, Calvin had quite a notorious reputation. Even if he got married, it was hard to guarantee that he would not cheat on her.

Maya looked at me sharply, her eyes wide, her breath catching, as though she hadn’t expected me to be so blunt. Charles hesitated, and the silence stretched. His eyes shifted, his jaw working, and then finally he said, “You are family. Of course you are family. And if you really want to attend, I doubt anyone would bar you from the ceremony.” But then, in the next breath, he transformed. The warmth bled from his voice, his expression cooling into something sharp, deliberate, calculating—the Charles I had always known. “But you would be foolish to dwell on it,” he continued, his words clipped, precise. “You have more important matters ahead. You are starting a new life in France. You will be

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.”