Charles Diana Novels & Stories

Yet, for all its grandeur, it still couldn’t match the opulence of Rihanna’s birthday celebration the night before. From across the room, Charles’s smile soured. His jaw flexed at the sight of Dustin’s hand resting confidently at Rihanna’s waist. “Who’s with Lady Rihanna? He’s striking.” “I saw him at her party yesterday. I think he’s her husband.” “She’s lucky. The way he holds her… unforgettable.” “They’re flawless together. I’ve never seen a pair like them.” Each overheard comment tightened the coil of irritation inside Charles. But when he saw them approaching his father, anticipation returned—he knew what was coming.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

I might not really have been in touch regularly with Charles and his brother like I am with Ryan and Darren but they were still my friends and I want to know everything that's happening in their lives. Charles gulped down his drink. “I really liked her and even took her on a date. Turns out she likes Taylor.” I looked over at Diana who turned away as our eyes met. “Are you sure she likes Taylor because she has been staring right in your direction all night?” Charles glanced at her then looked back at me. “She agreed to come to prom with him. That explains it.” “That is so fucked up,” Ryan who has been quiet chipped in. He then refilled Charles' cup and stretched his cup forward. “Cheers to b

Charles explained. “I don’t care why you and that woman were together last night. But I hope you know that your grandfather is sick and he needs you.” Charles sighed and sat down in the empty seat as if tired. He deliberately went to the girl after seeing the news to explain. He didn’t know how they were photographed with Diana last night inside the hotel. But the woman only greeted him when she saw him and suddenly kissed him on the cheek. “Another thing is that I don’t want the day to come when I look like the usurper.”

I want her to give herself to me willingly and wholly without any doubts whatsoever. You can't force something like that. The wind blew once again, carrying an unfamiliar but yet familiar scent, my nose twitched in disgust as I growled low before spinning on my heels and searching the hall. “Your highness, is anything the matter? You seem disturbed," Charles inquired with his brows knitted together in confusion. I ignored him and continued my search, there was no one else present in the hall, which only meant this scent was coming from Diana. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist, “Charles? Leave!” I ordered immediately as I didn't want him to witness what was about to happen.

Dylan POV Charles burst into my office, startling me as he shoved his phone in my direction. "Boss, you need to see this," he exclaimed urgently. I took the phone from him, my eyes scanning the headline: "Nathan Robert is unwell, and his sister Charlotte Robert is taking over the company: The Heiress is Back!."

“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.

No one could have protected her back then. She handed the photo of Ragnar to Thompson. Frowning, he considered the picture. “I saw him at the dance club tonight.” Diana's face paled. “Yeah, he pretended to be Argos,my adoptive father, in an email to me.” “You were at the dance club?” Thompson said in surprise. “I—” Diana gave an elusive smile. “What name did you use on your email to me?” “Charlie. I thought maybe there was some kind of conspiracy to free all red wolves. I knew it had to be you, the unnamed girl from the hospital, or at least I'd hoped so.”

"You promised to take care of her." "I'm sorry, Gideon. I'm sorry I failed to protect her." I grabbed his collar and put my mouth near his ear. "Remember this, Charlie. If Diana… doesn't survive the accident, you wouldn't imagine what I'd do to you." Three months later, the authorities declared Diana's death after failing to recover her body. "I'm sorry, Gideon," Charlie said when he entered my room. I have been staying in my room for days now. Even my parents couldn't do something about it. I refused to attend Diana's funeral.

The door bangs open and Hailey runs in, she's smiling, is it perhaps good news. "Charles, you're okay." Turns out Charles was finally awake. To top it up, he's looking all serious today, it's even worse than how he looked like when Jasper confessed his feelings to me. He looked away avoiding my gaze and only mutter. "I am." Something's off, not only is he gloomy, he seems to be pissed and sad. "So this is your place Diana, seems you were really wealthy. I can see why you modest." Huh, what's that supposed to mean, is he trying to compliment me or complain.