Charles Red Dead Novels & Stories

Baby's Point of View Charles is simply cruel, plain, and simple. He's so wicked with his movements. Devouring my very womanhood, making sure he has consumed it all. He is both unaffected and determined. Once he makes a decision, he's unstoppable. Charles desired me, and here I am. Now. Caged. Charles will go to any lengths to imprison me. It's an endgame once he catches up with you. He's brutal and ruthless. Your only and best option is to embrace death quickly rather than suffer at its hands.

I full on laugh before I reply “she actually ran from me and I'm excited because it's been a long time since I felt like this” “Like what?” Is his reply, then he waits a little and he must have come to a realization because he sighs and says “Carter no”. I'm aware that I'm laughing hysterically because Arabella is just standing there wringling a fingers with a pinched expression on her face but it gets worse when I reply Luciano and say “yes, man the prey has presented a run and a hunter never ignores the chase.”

"I love you, Rebbecca with my every breath, with my every desire which starts with you. I love you with all my heart and always will." "I love you too, Ryan. I will love you till my last breath. You are my everything. I pray that our love will remain eternal as the sky and earth admire it for how much I love you." ...I got washed away along the wave of seas which held your tears in it. I found redemption in the prison which held your memories in it. Denial can't do any good because my soul has your love in it. Every breath has your name because I found Unsavory Redemption in it... The End.

“How do we get her back?” Alpha Charles let out a sigh, seeming exhausted. He had to rush back to the pack too early and I never got to ask him if his business negotiation went well or not. But then again, if it hadn't then he wouldn’t have come back early as well. He would’ve stayed behind and sent Cameron to deal with the issue instead. “There’s a pack in Kansas called Red Claw…I’m sure you’ve heard about them.” Alpha told us, sounding a little worried himself. “They are notorious for being one of the most dangerous packs in the states.”

Reyns looked up at her, frowned, and placed a palm across her face to block her sight. Shelbrooke pulled his overall coat and threw it at him. "You captured the good ol' Alpha and brought him here?" The scar-faced man walked closer to him. Charles nodded as he finished wearing the coat. "Sure. He's a pain in the ass." "You wanna know who else may be a pain on the ass?" Before Charles could answer, he spread his clawed fingers and ran them deep through his throat. Blood rushed through his fingers and he could see the shocked look on his face before he fell to the ground dead.

The answer appeared. CHARLES DID NOT RESCUE ME FROM PROJECT MERCY. Another pause. I SELECTED THE VERSION OF CHARLES WHO WOULD. Elena stared through the boundary at Charles. He stood outside, unaware. Waiting. The seventh child continued: THERE WERE OTHER CHARLESES WHO LEFT ME THERE. OTHER CHARLESES WHO OBEYED EDWARD. ONE WHO KILLED ME. Sarah stopped breathing. Then the last line appeared. I CHOSE THE CHARLES BLACKWOOD YOU KNOW.

Dante's expression fell immediately when he saw a red laser light dot appear on Rose's forehead. She was obviously not aware of what was happening. As a reflex, he snaked his arm through her waist and pulled her away from the spot to his chest. Almost that instant a bullet went off and Rose screamed at the sudden fire. She was surprised at what just happened and looked baffled seeing the bullet that was now stuck in the middle of the same wall she was standing in front of, not seconds ago.

He was in his usual black suit and white dress shirt. Charles was a huge man in his forties, a former top agent of the CIA, with an excellent record to his badge. He was an expert killer, swift with a pistol and a dagger. He joined the cartel when he discovered the rot in the organization, pledging his allegiance to Mama and the cartel. With Charles on his six, Shawn had nothing to worry about. "Who is he?" Caroline asked, her tone careful. Holding out the bag to Shawn, he narrowed his eyes at Caroline, wrapped in the beddings. "You want me to take care of her?"

“You have been acting like someone waiting for exam results.” Marcus adjusted himself on the couch. “Or like someone whose landlord just sent a warning notice.” Charles let out a heavy sigh and ran both hands through his hair. “Things have been… difficult.” Julian raised a brow. “Define difficult.” Charles hesitated, then dropped back onto the couch. “My account is red.” The room went quiet. Marcus blinked. “Red… as in red red?” “Yes, red red,” Charles snapped, frustration slipping into his tone. “Overdrawn. I have been juggling things and it’s not adding up.”

"What do you mean you can't make it!" My legs moved across the rugged floor as I paced back and forth. Fuck, how could this be happening now. "I'm sorry Amanda. The roads are blocked as the police are trying to catch the criminals. I'm sure by tomorrow it would be open again." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "Okay, but please try and make it here tomorrow," I pleaded over the phone. "Yes, yes. I promise you will see us tomorrow," Charlie promised and I released another sigh and moved the phone away from my ear.