Charles/max Ao3 Novels & Stories

Their parents used to dress them alike with Xzander. Charles Arroyo: An unofficial Resistance leader of an outpost. His species is human. He has curly brown hair, that is shoulder length. Light peppered freckles that are hidden by his glasses. Lavender eyes. He was found heavily guarded. He has alliances with trolls & vampires from the resistance. He wears Constellation leggings & a charm bracelet with magic powers. It was given to him by his adopted mother, a troll. He has fake vampire teeth & scent to disguise himself as a vampire but it didn't fly past the Nero family. He was raised by trolls. His boots are shredded & old. He keeps his hair tied up in a messy bun. His wrists are scared wi

its huge and I am confused what to actually wear ,well you know what I don't care just pick something randomly ella "my subconscious tiredly Instructs me .now what happen to her , seriously , I didn't even whine for that long ! Anyways,I see a white off-shoulder warm top ,I quickly put it on along with a blue jeans and white sneakers.The devil is standing outside ,I don't want to take risk with him. When I came back outside in the bedroom ,he was in half laying position on the bed ,his back leaning on the headboard-legs in sitting position , below knees dangling in the air.Eyes closed,his one arm on his forehead in resting gesture another one on his stomach.Breathing rhythmically ,did he act

I simply stayed put at home, typing away on my keyboard. It so happened that I needed inspiration for my new book. So I used Logan as the blueprint for a character. It was a story of a psycho killer obsessed with his next-door neighbor. I put his character through hell in the pages. In the end, he was caught and given the death penalty. It was satisfying to kill him off on paper, at least. Just as I wrote “The End”, a cold draft crept up behind me. “The ending isn’t very good.” Logan’s voice boomed hauntingly.

My eyes go wide. “Yeah. I know all about Dave and his OCD affection for you. Let me just say it was a joy to work with him. Charlie this,” her right hand jolts out, “Charlie that,” her left hand jolts out, “Who the bleep is Maxwell?” Her right hand rises, tipping an invisible scale. “I’m sorry for that. It wasn’t supposed to happen.” “I bet it wasn’t.” She mumbles before spinning on her heel toward the door. She abruptly stops. “Did I mention he’s stopping by today?”

It’s so much easier to refer to Jonathan Thomas as JT, which he would rather go by anyway when we aren’t using our handles. “Look, C.H.A.O.S is dating Carley. We’ve been friends with her for over a decade longer than you guys have. She told us about you guys by the way. That’s for alleviating her boredom and sexual desires, but we can take of her now,” I say smugly with the undercurrent of a threat in my voice. “She is OURS, not yours.” “Thank you also for taking care of and looking after her as well,” Weston says, and I give a disapproving glare.

Charles was definitely hotter and sexier. "Definitely not!" I blushed. "Who are they?" She asked. "Apparently Charles has a brother named Axel, whom he despises so much and a best friend named Zac." I said and she gasped. "Charles has a brother? Older or younger?" "Older." I replied. "Ehhhh. Is he sexy?" She asked. "Back off girl, even Charles doesn't want me talking to him but yes, he is kind of sexy." I responded.

CHAPTER 91: FAKE BOYFRIEND CHARLOTTE’S POV “This has to be some kind of AI video,” I muttered, gripping Maya’s phone so tightly my knuckles went pale. My throat was burning, but I forced everything down. “Babe, I'm sure it's nothing,” Maya said, though her voice wasn’t exactly confident. “We can barely see anything.” “Exactly,” I snapped. “We can barely see anything, but we see enough. That’s Max and that’s Sophie together. In his stupid brown jacket” My chest tightened. “Let’s just let’s go home.”

If he didn't, then who did, and I don't think he's lying about it, he looked too surprised when he saw Jasper in the room. "Big brother you should really control your anger, its not right to start a fight at a time like this, please, remember who you are." Dave pleaded. Charles stood up, rushing towards the other Alpha's while his brother's held him back. Still he kept beating them up one after the other. "I remember who I am. Certainly. I am Charles Maxwell, the Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack, these people are savages." He lashed out. This really angered the others, one of them suddenly got up and charged towards Charles. "Watch your tongue boy."

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

“Oh wow, it looks like all of you are shitting your pants at the sight of me. Do I really look that bad? Time passed without anyone forming a response for Max. He began to grow incredibly impatient. “Look. I’m here to talk to your guys, but now you lot are all getting too quiet. Am I supposed to talk to myself? I’ll look like a freaking idiot if I do. Hell, I’m pretty much talking to myself now-“ “We need to go. Sorry, we have things to do.” Max’s agitation began to grow from simple impatience into a raging inferno. “Huh? You really think I’m gonna let you guys go now? I need you guys to understand something.” A brief flash appeared in Charlie’s line of vision. As soon as he could comprehend