Charles Diana Novels & Stories

Daren asked grumpily. “She tried to kill me,” Jerry said with a chuckle. “Who?” He asked with his eyes wide open. “The one behind all of your mysteries,” he replied with a smile. “Be straight,” Charles commanded from his seat. “Your brother’s wife, Diana,” he spilled and their eyes bulged. He turned slowly to look at his father whose eyes were wide open in dismay. “Tell me more,” Daren urged immediately.

"How delightful." Diana leaned forward, seizing her opportunity. "Actually, Mother, I heard something concerning from Charles today." Charles, seated beside his mother, looked uncomfortable at being mentioned. "He tells me Caleb hasn't attended his training sessions in several days. Apparently, he's been too preoccupied with other matters." Diana's eyes glittered with satisfaction. "His instructors are quite concerned about his lack of commitment." Vivienne's expression darkened like a storm cloud rolling in. "Is this true, Charles?"

he suggested, and Diana, Sophia's younger sister and the second child of the family, echoed his sentiment. "Yes, let him speak for himself…don't speak for him, let him defend himself." Diana urged, her voice tinged with uncertainty. The collective attention of the room shifted to Charles, who now stood apart from his mother, Sophia. Tears streamed down Charles' face, his brow furrowing in confusion. His voice trembled as he shook his head, "I don't know what she's saying... I've done nothing but love and care for this family as if I were of the same blood as you."

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

"You all are getting on my nerves now. I should already have you thrown in the dungeons." "Dude, seriously, who do you think you are?" Soph asked, "What authority do you hold to 'get us thrown in the dungeons?'" "I know, right?!" Mia exclaimed. "Why the heck don't you just get lost and leave it up to the queen, Charlie?" Charlie laughed again. "Charles. My name is Charles. Or you can simply say, Prince Charles. Wait, King Charles would be better." "Wow, nowadays people really love hearing themselves talk," Caleb muttered through a mouthful of muffins.

Not excluding Serena and her parents. As I and Raphael walked majestically out of the living room, I vowed to serve every one of them a piece of their cake. ****** "Where have you been?" Ciara asked, hugging me. "I have been calling you for a while now; you got me worried." "I am sorry Ciara, I wasn't with my phone." "You, Diana Kensington, not with your phone; you are always with your phone, it's like your life." "Well, apparently things took a bit of a turn today."

How could this happen? #to be continued in Chapter 5.1 - Diana Charlotte

"The current regime is corrupt and doesn't have the interests of the people at heart. I believe that you can help me bring about a better future for this kingdom." Charles looked at Klaus for a moment before finally nodding his assent. "All right. I'll help you. But you need to know something first." Klaus listened carefully to what Charles had to say. It turned out that Charles had a dark secret, one that could bring Klaus down if it ever got out. He had been the same man who had attempted to assault Diana while she was strolling by the riverside. That incident had led to Diana being saved by the same prince who stood before him now.

Charles said, and he smiles, “how are you my dear,” his mom asked, “am fine ma” Celine retorted and moves closer to her, and greeted her with respect, “and your surname” Charles inquired, “Davies” Celine retorted, “Which of the Davie?“ Charles's mom asked, and she moves away from her and sat on one of the executive sofas in the living room. “yes, Mr. Davies you knew,” Charles said, “the one that died a few years back,” Charles's mom said,

"This family did not rise to the top by nicely arranging appointments. You are a Billion, Charles. So act like it. Call your fiancée. Show up here in forty minutes." "She's with her daughter. At the hospital." There was a silence. Then Jamaica's voice dropped into a venomous hum. "Then she'll have to choose between motherhood and dynasty. Let us hope she makes the right choice." The line went dead. Charles stared at the screen, the stillness in the room thick as a vice. He didn't move for a second. Then he downed the rest of his wine, shrugged into his coat off the back of the chair, and left.