Charles Red Dead Novels & Stories

he shouted as he lunged at the nearest gunman, throwing a punch that sent the man stumbling back. Without thinking, Charles bolted, clutching the USB stick tightly. The sound of gunfire erupted behind him as he sprinted down the alley, adrenaline coursing through his veins. *I have to get out of here. I have to get this to Charlotte.* --- As Charles ran through the city streets, Charlotte and Mason were racing toward him from the opposite direction. Both were unaware that their paths were about to collide with Maxwell’s ruthless men, who wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted.

Moreover, Governor Carrington was a highly respectable man who deserved their presence. There were two routes to Redfield—one through Luxford, which Charlie was familiar with, and the other through Suncrest Valley. Adrian texted back: [If you can make it, I’ll ask someone to pick you up.] Charlie: [Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll make arrangements, but I don’t know if I can.] Adrian sensed the coldness in Charlie’s response, and the weight of how much he had hurt his daughter finally sank in. Rubbing his temples, he muttered, “This boyfriend better be worth it, or I’ll throw him into a coffin of scorpions.”

So, I keep on driving. When I got to the River Valley Pack, I didn’t know what to expect. But I wasn’t expecting the place to be swarming with men. Vehicles of all kinds everywhere, and weapons. I have never seen so many weapons in one place in my entire life. They look like they are going to fight a world war. A man approached me. “Can I help you?” Still looking around, “Council member Charles sent me.” I looked at him. “My name is Reed.”

All he cared about was making her moan. But he hadn't expected her to fight him. To resist his charms. To flee from him. He knew she was special. She was different from the other girls. From the women he fucked. He could feel their lust. Their desire for him. But Red, she was something else. Something so rare, he never experienced anything like it. But he would make sure she felt exactly how he felt. He would get her back into his arms. He would own her body. Make her scream his name. She would beg him for more. She would come to crave his touch.

“I’m just messing with you. Couldn’t resist, sorry.” Charles exhaled a shaky breath, the tension draining from him as color rose to his face. “Right. Of course,” he muttered, trying to summon a smile but failing miserably. Ruby arched a brow, clearly amused by the way the guard was shifting from foot to foot like a schoolboy caught sneaking into the girls’ dorm. “You planning to say something, or just stare at the door all night?” Charles blinked, startled back to himself. “Right...uh, sorry, Luna.” He straightened awkwardly. “I’m Charles. From the western patrol team. I… actually came to speak with Miss Whitney, if she’s available.”

“Alright. Lance you and Dylan take the two alive rogues to the barn. Randy take the rest, patrol the area, make sure there are no more.” “Yes Alpha.” they all ring out in unison and disperse. Armi and I are left there with the dead rogues. We wait and watch as they shift back, then search the dead bodies. We flip over a couple and check them thoroughly. Sure enough, Lance was right. “There are Silver Rock warrior tattoos on each one of them.” Armi says through gritted teeth. “Not a bad play, they even smelled like rogues. They all have.” I voice. “Can’t argue with that,, unfortunately.”

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

"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."

"It's not just any pack Alpha. It's the Redmoon. The strongest in the world. It's the most difficult theft of our life.How can you leave us on our own?" The Alpha looks at him over the shoulder, to settle those brown eyes on Charlie's concerned ones. "You never leave us Viper. What's it this time?" Charlie asks not afraid. Stepping closer. However the response he got, made all his hopes to die. Coldness seeping from the person's voice, making Charlie to give up trying. "I may have found all of you and helped you survive. But remember, in the end" "We all are alone in this world Charlie"

"He's spending the holiday in Chicago with his grown children. Who hate me, and the feeling is mutual, I assure you." She'd fixed him with a frank stare. "Charles and I have…an understanding. He has his women and I pretend not to know. For once, I'm going to do what I want to do." "Why not just get divorced?" he'd wondered. Veronica had laughed in his face. "And break up our combined assets? Charles and I will be married until the end of time. It's just too convenient an arrangement to lose. So we pursue other…interests." She'd smiled slyly.