Charles Red Dead Novels & Stories

I blinked because I was too confused to put my thoughts together, but when I did, I shook my head in response to his question. Charles chuckled; it sounded dark and dangerous yet it was messing with my mind. “I’m about to give you the best experience.” He traced the kisses up my thighs, taking his time on each spot he stopped until his head was between my legs. He lifted his eyes after a couple of minutes, a wide smirk plastered on his face. “Did you know the color red turns me the fuck on?” Again, I shook my head, my breaths overshadowing my reasoning. “Your red G-string isn’t the only thing intoxicating down here,” Charles said, still maintaining his smirk. “Something smells delicious, and

She reaches out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against Arina's arm in a silent plea for understanding. Meanwhile, Ryan's inquiry is laced with determination and a touch of nervousness, his voice betraying his eagerness as he asks, "What do you think I should buy for Redhead?" His words reveal his desire to impress Arina, to find the perfect gift that will capture her heart. His fingers tap anxiously on the polished wooden desk, his gaze flickering with anticipation. Charlie's response is filled with unwavering devotion, her voice a gentle murmur as she replies, "Anything you want to give, my king." Her eyes reflect her loyalty, mirroring the depth of her commitment to Ryan's happines

Jared and Summer lure it lower with slashes to the chest, and when it bends to strike, I leap for its eyes, slashing with claws. Blood pours. It screams. Summer and Jared climb up its neck and start hacking. It thrashes, but they hang on, claws buried deep. It spits poison—so do the other heads—and we’re all dodging like hell. Charlie blocks one with her forcefield. I keep distracting it. Then I glance over and see Pop in a hydra’s jaws. “Devin!” Ma screams. Alexander moves like a bolt of rage. He grabs the beast’s jaw, muscles bulging—and rips the damn thing off.

“You know I don't mind right?'' Brandon asks with a devilish smile, as his hands gradually go to the back of his pants reaching out for his gun. “Well… I know… I know." Charles almost screamed while Carlson just let out a small laugh. “You two always act like cats and dogs.” he chuckles. “It's not that we act, he doesn't like to be nice and all I want is to bring some joy and light into that dark dead path of his” Charles complains, but Brandon only shrugs. They are the greatest of friends. Not only friends in need but friends in death. Charles is a highly talented surgeon in the country and pretty famous internationally as well. he works privately and operates an underground medical center

It was a good thing that Wynter came back to LUST DAWN this morning, and at least someone will control him on his missions. “Hey, Dom.” Wynter snapped, stealing Charles’ attention. “Wyn… Need anything?” he asked in a low voice. His best friend stared at him for a second. “You look like sh*t.” Charles couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, he knows that. He didn't bother fixing his hair, and each time he finishes their mission he would just drown himself in alcohol. He didn't even shave his growing beard. He doesn't give a hell about his appearance.

Charles replies with a tense answer. I only get nineteen replies. Chris doesn't answer. Chris! I don't seem to be able to reach him. Where's Chris? He's not answering me. I wait a second for a reply. He's not here, sir. I think he's already left his sta- the thought cuts off abruptly and I get a spark of pain in my head. I know what the feeling means. He's just been killed. Luke, there's Red Blood wolves on the northern side. We're massively outnumbered, Charles mind-links me.

He took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze fill his lungs, and looked up at the clear sky dotted with twinkling stars. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallways he had just left behind. As Charles walked down the deserted streets toward his car parked on the other side, he couldn't help but replay the earlier events of the day in his mind. He had received a call about Reynold's awakening in the hospital, and his thoughts raced with the possibility of Reynold revealing his true identity as Red Saint to the rest of the family. "Damnit!" He yelled out in frustration as he kicked the tire of his car.

“Send me the coordinates. I’ll take care of the rest.” The aide hesitated. “Sir, do you want backup? A team?” Charles shook his head. “No. This is personal. I’ll handle it myself.” The aide nodded and left, leaving Charles alone once again. Charles grabbed his military-issued jacket, slipping it on with a sense of purpose. He reached for his sidearm, holstering it at his hip. This wasn’t just about fixing a mistake. This was about redemption. As he stepped out of the villa, the cold night air hit his face, but it only fueled his resolve. Neil had underestimated him, just as he’d underestimated Alysha.

“Right. Of course, you’re not a pornster. You only fuck women while on camera.” Charlie’s face fell. Lucas stepped forward and patted his shoulder. “Go get a life, Uncle Reed.” Lucas brushed past Charlie. But Charlie quickly grabbed his wrist, making him halt. With a snarl on his face, Charlie gritted out. “And you should go get more of your drugs so your animalistic behavior doesn’t come out in daylight. It would be news when the media finds out the great Lucas Reed is dependent on drugs.” Lucas grinned instead. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Charles asked, but I didn't answer and looked at Sean. "You don't have to worry, Sweetheart. We won't tell anyone. You are our granddaughter," Margarette said "Yes, I am a Red Wolf," I said, and Charles began to smile "I didn't think there would ever be another Red Wolf after your father Mated with your mom. It may sound bad, but that is the reason I wanted him to reject her," Charles said "What does my mom and dad being Mated have to do with Red Wolves?" I asked confused "The reason I know about Red Wolves is that they are all born from our bloodline every thousand years," Charles said and then stood up and took a book off the bookcase. He came over to me and handed me the book before sitti