Charles Leclerc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And now they were fighting over simple ice cream. Jack wanted chocolate lava with vanilla. And Daniel bought strawberry and pistachio for himself and now they were fighting to taste each other's ice creams, a perfect example of boyfriends in love. Or that’s how Mason and Wyatt saw it. "He really fell for the Bitch". Wyatt spat in anger and disdain. "Who won’t if it’s the Jack Charles. Damnnn. I still get hard just by thinking about him. I want to put my hands all over him. Watching the magic of his lips on my cock. Shitt". Mason licked his lips in most lustful way ever.

I tried to pull away but his grips were stronger, his left hand found the hem of my gown and his right hand held me steadily against him “Charles, we shouldn't be doing this…” I said into the kiss “And why?” he left the hem of my gown and focused on my boobs, squeezing them hard… “Look, your nipples are hard…” he giggled and that was when I felt the skin around my nipple folding together, his finger fondled it through my clothes and I couldn't help but moan “You want this as much as I do…” he whispered into my ears, his teeth grazing my neck “You're drunk, Charles; we'll both regret this…” I insisted but I didn't push him away, this was damn too good and I couldn't bring myself to hold up to

I looked at him with expectant eyes. Charles chuckled and looked at the luggage behind me. "OK, let's go." I smiled and followed him to the door to the Ferrari. "If you're sleepy, you can take a nap." Charles leaned over me, and his face was so close to mine that his nose almost touched mine. My muscles tensed all over. Even though we had s.ex, I was still nervous about his approach. Click— "Your seat belt is ready." Charles sat up straight and held the steering wheel. "I think I need to say again that this is a business meeting and that you are my Luna today and not the daughter of your father, Butcher Taylor."

“There’s nothing we can do to change her mind, Ric. It’s clear as crystal. I was protecting you. And you? You were cheating. End of story.” For a moment, I’m silent. Charles Gregory. That smug bastard. What gave him the audacity, the balls, to move pieces on my board? To think he could humiliate me in front of Antonella, to reduce me to some pathetic caricature? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand. He’s playing with fire. Just then, a thought crosses my mind. “Wait. In the recording, Charles mentioned a friend of his knowing Lana, right?” Angelo nods slowly. “Yeah, I heard that. What about it?”

I held back a laugh as I could practically taste his jealousy. "No way! I promise you're not replaced," Silas promised him, giving him a pleading look. "It's not even like he's my fledgling. He doesn't need me at all! You need me though, and I need you as my fledgling!" He got to his feet and walked over, giving Charles a hug. "He didn't even let me order him blood!" "That's so unfair he's so much cooler than I am," Charles whimpered. "Why'd you have to hit him with your car? Why didn't you dodge him!"

Cheryl softly kicked the stone with her pointed heels, "I have...nothing to deal with your world of clowns." Lesley finally faced the woman, "Are you angry at us for killing Charles? What was your exact thought process?" Lesley knew Cheryl wouldn't open up to her so soon, but at the same time, putting her query out there wouldn't hurt anyone. "Are you seriously trying to get close to me?" Lesley scoffed. What was she expecting? "Of course not. You're the most boring woman I've ever met." "Tch. Entitled bitch." Lesley only chuckled at that, because she knew the words came out jealousy because she couldn't be Jacob's mate.

Lucy POV I watched the gorgeous male shudder on the bed as I wiped his entire being to cumming without touch. His moans have turned from pleas of mercy to pleas of pleasure, and now I can't even describe what he was muttering. His eyes were drowsy, and deep into it, I could see intense desire, want, lust at its extreme. I never thought that this side of Charles ever existed; I felt it down to my soul. I know he would let me do anything I wished for him, even if he would end up regretting it later. Even if he will end up hating me for it later. The intense desire and unspeakable plea in his eyes even made me have the urge to destroy him more.

He glanced between his friends hopefully. Charles grinned. "You know I'm always eager to see your sisters!" Cedric arched a brow. "Not too eager, I trust." It was a damned nuisance. Every fiber of Lucien's being demanded he break the League's second rule. He didn't want his lust directing him into a situation where he would be facing Cedric on a field at dawn or something equally ridiculous. With any other woman he would have bedded her and moved on. This was impossible with Horatia. Just thinking about her heated his blood and sent a throbbing ache straight to his loins. He shifted uncomfortably and adjusted his breeches.

The same one he had gotten no clues on. He couldn’t be sure, but knowing how sensitive that topic was to Leila, he cleared his throat to announce his presence. Charles’ eyes lit up in that faux familiarity of family meeting each other after so long. He hadn’t taken so kindly to him canceling the Stars Glow contract without a good reason. “Hey, brother,” Charles said while clapping him on his back to draw him in for a hug. He wanted to strangle his unwanted cousin, but he stayed composed. “How have you been?”

I watched as the driver helped Levi and Nova get into Alaric's car and Alaric followed me to my car. “Thanks,” I said, and he looked at me confused. “For what?,” he asked. “You know that day…Lucien told me about what you did, the record,” I smiled. “There is no need to thank me. I am sorry I couldn't do more but I am happy to help anytime,” Alaric replied. “Thanks again. Lucien and Emilio will come for the kids, my engagement with Chalres is coming fast. I don't want the old man to have leverage over me…,” I explained.