Charles Dilaurentis Novels & Stories

She only shakes her head with a smile. The last couple of days—no progress. Just spinning wheels. Hanging out with Yasmin, letting her drag me deeper into the missing girls case. Maybe it’s an outlet. Maybe it’s just my reckless curiosity in Professor Lucien’s world. Either way, when Nadia suggested I go back to that freak club, get noticed, I didn’t hesitate. Twice. "So, I made some diggings about the man you recognized." She slides a file across. "Charles Robinson. Real estate. Sixty-three. Net worth over a million. Divorced. Two kids."

How's the deal with PrimeStar going? After a moment of hesitation, Dalton said, "Not great. Actually, I was hoping for your assistance." "Why's that?" "I managed to annoy one of PrimeStar's techies, and Stewart's got a thing for her—" Dalton said, but Abelard cut him off, asking, "What's the techie's name?" Taken aback, Dalton automatically said, "Charlene." There was a lull, and then Abelard laughed. "Dalton, you've truly outdone yourself. interfering with a crucial player prior to the signing of the contract."

Andre Moreno Andre is an attractive man. Being the talk of the town, he doesn't let it cloud his head as he had eyes for only one woman, Catalina Diaz who proves to be stubborn and rejected his advances. His six feet two inches frame always towers over her but she never lets it intimidate her. Mariana Mariana is Catalina's cousin who is very envious of her. Being a spoilt brat, she tries to ruin the relationship between Catalina and Andre. Paola

He stopped directly in front of me before offering his hand politely. “Charles Einstein,” he introduced smoothly. “Head of R’Cole senior development for the last three years.” His smile barely moved. “MIT graduate. Two-time international systems architecture award winner. Lead developer behind the Atlas security framework.” Every word sounded less like an introduction and more like a reminder that I did not belong there.I shook his hand carefully anyway, his grip tightened slightly, then he tilted his head. “And you are?” My throat suddenly felt dry. Charles smiled again, though there was nothing warm inside it.

said Alpha Darren. “Yes, it's better to do it quickly. No need to worry, Alpha Darren will definitely win,” Canis said very awkwardly. She even nudged Diana's arm on her right side for help. It was Canis who organized tonight's event so she should be responsible if something went wrong. “But the steak isn't even done yet,” said Hellen, the woman who had interviewed Diana. “Yeah, right, shouldn't we wait for the main course before we start drinking?” Alpha Darren replied firmly, “no need, I can drink on an empty stomach. If you don't dare, you can back off.” He pointed at Leon.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Cassandra’s point of view: Dalton had all of us standing in a line, facing him. The seriousness on his face showed that his devotion to duty never wavered. Every single trace of playfulness from earlier was long gone. “We’ll start with some exercises. Jeremy, Rowan,” Dalton ordered two warriors to come forward to show us some demonstrations. Both warriors right away started illustrating the exercises that we’d have to do for the next hour or so. They did it so smoothly as though they’d done this a couple of times already.

I tapped it open. From: Charles D'Amato To: Sera Leone Sera, Pleasure seeing you last night. I'd like to catch up properly—something casual. Bring Moretti, of course. Just dinner. 6 PM tonight. Le Cassaro. Don't keep me waiting. —C.D. My stomach knotted instantly. Charles D'Amato. So that was the familiar face Dante's talking about. I vaguely remembered him, one of those slippery types I'd heard of, somewhere between finance and organized crime, dressed too sharp, smiled too wide, handshakes like snakes. The kind of man who knew too much and enjoyed reminding everyone of it.

Then again, with one of their favorite artists on tonight’s roster, they were never going to let an exhibition like this slip by. “Damien,” Charles said, clasping my hand in a firm grip. “You’re looking sharp, son.” “Charles. Lucienne.” I returned the handshake and offered a polite nod to his wife. “Good to see you both.” Lucienne’s eyes softened with a motherly gleam. “It’s been too long. You’ve handled yourself remarkably these past weeks.”

Pick the goddamn phone up! “Hello?” “Charles! Where are your men?! I need to get out of here, fast!” “Oh sorry about that, something happened in the base, we have to summon all of them back.” His voice was oddly laid back even after saying that they had a problem to deal with. “What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! It’s not time for pranks, Charles. Get me out of here!” “... Hahaha! You believed that?” Charles laughed. Then, he realized something. “Ah! Dino really didn’t tell you anything, didn’t he? He’s not that loyal to you, after all! I’m sorry Sheryl but from now on. You are alone.”