Charles Lee Duel Novels & Stories

Was he really begging me not to kill the very man who took part in my mother’s death? Turning back to the man, ignoring Russel, I pointed the gun at him again. But then I noticed he wasn’t even focused on the fact that I was about to shoot him — his eyes were wide open for a man who was dying. "That voice…" he said. "I… I—" Just then, a gunshot rang out. I saw Charles’s blood splash — he was shot in the head. But I wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger.

Charles huffed, gritting his teeth. "Tch…" Clicking his tongue, Weylin snickered. "Look around you, Charles Brown. Does it still seem like I am in the mood to play with you?" Weylin's gaze turned cold as he glared at the other man. "Accept your defeat, Mr Brown. Your life might be spared," Jace Smith said, standing behind Weylin. "Charles Brown never bows to anyone!" Charles roared. "Hah! As if you are in the position to talk," Weylin rolled his eyes, hand itching to pull the trigger of the gun and end this game for once and all. "I am giving you two choices - surrender or die."

Tears welled in her eyes as she heard a fight break out, fists pounding on bones while hotel furniture and decorations were destroyed in the struggle. Then she saw him. Charles remained topless, wearing only his shorts as he kicked the man he was fighting alongside, sending him to the ground, grunting as he held the affected area. His gaze immediately turned to hers, seeing her imprisoned, but wasted no time dashing toward one of the consoles where he had dropped the holster and gun. Charles was just about to grab it when Archibald came up to him, stabbing him first in the gut. Charles doubled over, his face contorted with pain as she struggled to straighten.

He hurried over to Riley, walking a little hastily. "Your son is truly extraordinary," James praised. "Yeah, that's why I forbade you to interrupt anything. I ... believe he can definitely handle it," Riley said, looking fondly at his son who seemed to be winning the duel. And three minutes later, Kharel won the duel with Ashton after Kharel thrust his sword into Ashton's neck. Of course, Kharel didn't actually stab the young man's neck. The distance was a little far, maybe about two centimeters. However, the judges considered it sufficient.

His dark eyes were burning. “If he can’t,” Charles said, voice as cold as steel, “I will.” Adeline barely had time to process the words before Charles pulled the trigger. Or at least, he tried to. Because Luciano stopped him. The moment Charles’s finger pressed against the trigger, Luciano’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, forcing the aim away. A split second of resistance. A flicker of fury in Charles’s eyes. And then—BANG! The bullet fired, but it missed.

My eyebrows pulled together as I looked between the two girls, "That sounds too... easy. They just dropped it?" Ezra eyes were narrowed as he listened in, sipping on his Coca-Cola. He seemed just as skeptical as I was. Jade sighed, "I don't know. I didn't get a chance to talk to Charlie long but he seemed pretty glad." "Maybe the Herbrooke guys were tired of fighting just like we are." Joy shrugged, paying more attention to the boys on the field than she was to the conversation. "They don't exactly seem like guys who would just drop the duel and walk away." Ezra finally spoke up, eyes still narrowed. I agreed with that.

“I promise you I'll take your whore and I'll kill her right in front of you.” “Last chance,” Charles blurted, ignoring everything else. His voice is clipped. “Back off.” “Or what?” he reiterated. “I’m not just going to kill the girl, Wade. I'm going to fuck—” Charles pulled the trigger. “Charles!!!” I called with a strangled gasp as the blast rang in my ears. The man’s body fell to the ground, lifeless – dead – while red trickled from the hole between his eyes. What the fuck??

"When did this happen? I mean when did that fight between this Lucien Wood and the doctors happen? Before Charles became buddies with my son or after? And was Charles amongst the doctors that were attacked?" Chad doesn't know where his master is going with these questions. But he anyway answers. "I don't know the exact time Charles became buddies with Duke, Mr. Douglas. But the fight happened a little while ago. It's been days now. I only started seeing Charles and Duke together this same day that he died which can only mean–" "That the fight happened before Duke and Charles became buddies," Hugo ends the statement before Chad can and his breathing quickens. "Was Charles among the doctors th

Even when Arthur and Sarah had nearly harmed Lucas, Darren had remained shockingly controlled given the situation. But this… this shout was deep and loud enough to make tears spring to even my eyes, and I wasn’t the one he was threatening. A duel. I didn’t know much about that. Was he implying that he would… kill Charles instead of letting him take me? The thought made my cheeks warm in a way I never expected. Charles, however, didn’t seem entirely fazed by Darren’s Alpha Voice or the threat of a duel. Darren was clearly decades younger than Charles and twice as strong, and yet the older man seemed completely unbothered.

While releasing another hit on the back of Kill . "Ahhh!..." He cried. The pain was so much on his back. He thought that when Charles pointed a gun at him in the alley he was going to be killed. But he wasn't, so he begged until he thought he was about to be released, unknown to him charles was plotting another way to deal with him.... "Oh I see" Lim said clearly irritated as he took the seat provided to him by one the men in the room. "He deserves this " Charles said "Sure he does. I think he actually deserves more than this," Lim said pausing as if he was trying to think of something.