Charles Leclerc Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But Charlotte wasn’t finished. She lifted her glass again, swirling the wine thoughtfully. “I mean, we all know how your story ended, Father.” She looked at Charles now, her tone laced with an almost cruel amusement. “The tragic love story of you and Lyla. You spent years resenting your arranged marriage, didn’t you? And now, after all this time, you’re suddenly willing to make up for it?” Charles’s expression darkened. But Charlotte pressed on. Her voice became sharper, her words cutting. “You think Maya and Lyla’s return is some grand, heartwarming reconciliation, don’t you? Like some long-lost family reunited at last.”

I nodded. "Good," I purred. "You'll be fine as long as you ask to bite though." Milo crawled over to Lyle and then sat down in his lap, curling up to him as he watched Charles cautiously. Lyle kissed the top of Milo's head and purred. "Bringing back memories?" Lyle teased softly. Charles reached into his mouth then, feeling his fangs with interest. I watched him and purred with amusement, letting him explore the new changes to his body.

Lim said pausing as if he was trying to think of something. Charles stared at him. Is he thinking of letting this bastard go after what he almost did to my woman? Charles said inwardly glancing at the man who seemed to be thinking while he had his hand clenched on his jaw. " You're really falling for that girl. Aren't you?" Lim said narrowing his eyes at him. Charles sighed and shook his head. " No, I have told you before. I'm not into her!" " Oh really?" Charles sighed, Lim could be a hard person to deal with especially If he kept on arguing with him on this topic. He knew he would never let it go.

He must have a death wish! The owner of the voice is none other than Declan who just came back! He doesn't know what has transpired between Charles and Lucien, all he knew as he slapped Charles on the lips is that he was being arrogant to Lucien! Lucien his God! How can he stand it? Charles as he lays on the floor with his hands on his blood-filled lips is dumbfounded by Declan's sudden slap. In the decades of his life, he had never been hit on the face before, especially not by a good-for-nothing's sidekick!

“That doesn’t mean we’re friends. We met at the mall. I told her I was a fan, normal women stuff. And yes, I mentioned us. I mentioned Lesley.” “You told her we’re still married?” Charles asked, incredulous. A bitter scoff escaped Carmen’s lips. “So what if I did? So what? Charles, drop the act. I know you still have feelings for me—you’re just too proud to admit it.” Silence fell between them, heavy and tense. Then Charles laughed. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t amused. It was mocking—sharp enough to cut. He stepped closer, his eyes cold. “I always knew you were delusional, Carmen. But this?” He shook his head. “This is hysterical.”

He ordered sternly. Charlene walked over and opened the door slowly. Her eyes were red, it seemed like she had been crying. Charles pushed the door and shuffled inside. He shuffled over to his bed and sat on it. He looked around the room, she had messed it up with papers. Charlene shutted her door and walked up to him. She had torn all the magazines, including pictures of him. “Did he hurt you?” Charles asked quietly. Charlene's eyes welled up with tears while looking at him. She shook her head vigorously. “Charles, he's not who I thought he is. His friends are arrogant and Richard isn't any better.”

Marcellus replied, biting his lower lip in frustration. Larisa had always been conservative with Marcellus, and he knew that he was her first in all sexual intimacy. He was aware that she had always kept herself for him and had loved him all these years. The mere thought of her loving another man-made Marcellus very angry and jealous. Marcellus crossed the road and headed back to the front of Oaks Club, where his car was parked. Sitting close to the wall was Alex, whom Charles had dropped off before running across the road to meet Marcellus. Charles had dragged Marcellus out of the Clark restaurant to prevent him from doing something crazy.

“I may not know everything I want yet, but I know you’ve been patient with me. You deserve better from me.” Michelle smiled, but her eyes were still searching his face to be sure he wasn’t just pulling her legs. “Thank you.” He leaned back in his chair, but even as he smiled at her, his eyes drifted toward the office door. Michelle caught it. “You’re still thinking about her.” Charles hesitated, then shook his head. “I’m thinking about him. Xavier.” “What about him?” “There’s something about the way he looked at her,” Charles muttered. “He’s being flirty. He might end up chasing skirts rather than working.”

' Austin complained. 'We are Lycan ... we should be more dominant ...!' Marco protested. 'He ... seemed to never run out of energy ... instead, I feel he is getting stronger!' Austin commented, indeed he felt very strong energy emanating from Charles. 'Just do it! Remember he wanted to grab Jasmine and impregnate her ... Are you willing ?!'

Charlie sighed, I could feel the bitterness from his words. “I am a changed man now Beatrice. I’m not so foolish pursuing physical affairs anymore, look where that got me. I only flirt because I can’t help it. I dont’t really like Alarica that way it’s just that she is a dog, a great looking one…eh…sometimes!” Charlie nods solemnly. “I do not longer want to be that kind of shallow man” I close the book slowly. “Velan doesn’t just hate hybrids. He destroys everyone. He cursed you, killed Anna-Lise. And now he’s circling me like I’m his next possession.”