Novel & Cerita Charles Leclerc Fanfiction

Darcie I leaned against the wall, Charles wrapped his hands around my waist. I'm sad and happy at the same time. I turned to the window again. The bus was still there, his team stood by, waiting for their referee. That's right, today the black kings are leaving for an away game. Charles is supposed to be down there right now but we're just saying our final goodbye. His hands crept under my skirt, found his way to my panties and shifted it. He dug his two fingers inside of my folds. I moaned so loud he shut me up by kissing my lips. My legs started to shake and he placed me on a table.

Charles sneered, "Mother? Madam Baker, you must be confused. I have no mother." "You..." Clarisse swayed slightly, as if the words had dealt her a crushing blow. "Charlie, I know you hate me, but that doesn't change the fact that I am your mother." "We might share blood ties, but that's the extent of our relationship," Charles responded with a cold glint in his eye, his tone as sharp as a blade.

You should cheer up, Leo" Charles went on, his tone becoming softer but unwarm. This is the life that awaits you. You should begin adjusting to it." Despite Leo's racing heart, she made herself stay motionless. She retorted sharply," I'll never get used to this. Charles, you're not right if you believe you can dominate me or compel me to submit to your every command Charles took a step forward, his eyes fixed on hers. You don't have a choice, do you? I am providing you with all of your desires. You owe me your loyalty. You'll get used to it. Charles extended his hand as though to touch her, and it hovered close to her shoulder before Leo could reply.

“Yeah, I had to stalk him for days. When I finally got the chance to talk to him, he blew me off and said that he was busy.” Surprise, then disbelief, crossed their features as they stared at each other. Then Chloe gazed at Charles and slyly said, “I am sure you got the Skylight company's account because you and Leo are best buddies.” “Well, no. He said that his father told him to let the account be and that he will decide on who to give the account to.” Charles mumbled, tightening his hand into fist. For a moment she stared at him in disbelief, and then her eyes flared with renewed anger.

"You're Charles's best friend. There's no way we can be mates." "Go back to your pack, Leo. Don't waste your time here." His expression darkened. "We're not best friends anymore," he said grimly. Then, he handed me a small stack of photos and letters. Photos of Charles kissing Lisa. Letters filled with flirtatious words, full of twisted affection. I stared at the evidence in stunned silence. Then slowly, I looked back up at Leo. He looked a little embarrassed, a trace of guilt flickering in his eyes—but he still spoke.

Aurora's POV "What the hell, Monica? What are you doing? Are you going to go out with the chauffeur's son? You surely cannot leave Charles for somebody like him," Lizelle says. "She's just joking around with the poor dude. Or maybe she's trying to make me jealous because I tried to flirt with Aurora. She cannot be that stupid. Joseph, Marcy, let's go. Come on. Let's go to my house where we can drink. These two may be wealthy, but they are real party poopers. Ricardo has always been like that. Even when we invited him to parties, he would never put his mouth on alcohol. He was always the one who was driving everybody home in his stupid car. Do you remember how we laughed about his Mazda? Now

Charles didn’t need to hear the words, he could see it in the way he slumped into his chair, defeated. “You shouldn’t have acted like that. She is the future Luna, having friends inside the pact will strengthen her relationship to us”, Charles was exasperated by the brute nature of Damien. He took a seat opposite him and started fiddling with one of the pens on the desk, knocking it from its perfectly formed row. “He was touching her”, the words barely registered.

His expression was one of fervent delight and enthusiasm. "Since when did you become a fan of race car driving?" Charlene inquired, a little taken aback. She knew Terence hadn't been interested in racing, but she hadn't spent much time with him. "I hadn't even met my queen yet! Are you aware of how gorgeous and awesome she is? You'll realize why I fell in love with racing once you saw my queen, Charlene! You'll fall for her, too, I'm sure! After all, it's hard for anyone not to adore my queen given how wonderful and flawless she is." That's when CC made her formal debut. Once more, Terence lost himself in his fervent applause and failed to notice Charlene at all.

Charles stretched his hands and Céline gave him a hand shake. "Hello! Nice to meet you." Céline answered, shaking Charles hands. Damien unconsciously glared at the hand but kept quiet. He always felt this jolt of jealousy whenever some other man touched Céline. It was impossible to control no matter who was touching her. "I wouldn't touch her for that long, if I were you." Lucas sing-song as he settled back into his seat. Céline blush deepened as she looked down trying to calm herself. "Pay no attention to these over grown babies, let's go to the ladies. I am sure the paparazzi must have been hard on you." Charles wife rose from her seat beside her husband and walked to where I stood, holdin

Francis was filled with fear as he said respectfully to Charlie, “Sir, I’m sorry to have caused you so much trouble. I hope that you won’t hold it against us…” When he saw that the family were already hiding at a corner, Charlie replied coldly, “Okay. I no longer want to see any of you. I don’t want to see any of you again. Hurry up and get lost now! Otherwise, you’ll pay for the consequences of your own actions!” Francis hurriedly replied in a flattering manner, “Don’t worry, sir. We’re getting out of here. We’ll get out of here now.” Charlie ignored them and he simply got into the driver’s seat of the Bugatti Veyron. After starting the engine, he was prepared to start driving.