Charles Smith Riverdale Novels & Stories

“How are you so calm right now? I’d be crying.” Matilda grinned, wiping her eyes. “I told you, full of surprises.” The next stop was the Riverdale park, a sprawling green space where families and couples gathered to relax. They found a quiet spot near the fountain and sat down on the soft grass, watching the water as it splashed down in a soothing rhythm. Damien leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over at Matilda. “This was a good idea,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “Just us. No drama.”

“Why?” Charles’s expression softens with grief that has not fully faded. “I cannot remain near her resting place without remembering every failure. River needs distance as well.” River nods once. “I need to figure out who I am without her voice in my ear.” Silence lingers. “You do not have to go,” Rylan says. Charles smiles faintly. “I do. This is your time.” He steps forward and clasps Rylan’s shoulder. “You will do well. You already prove that.”

With this thought in mind, Charlie hurriedly put the two Reiki talismans aside and then quickly left the scene of the crime. After returning to Champs Elys hot spring villa, Charlie changed out of his clothes that had turned into rags, and he asked Isaac to arrange for someone to send him a new set of clothes. After that, he left the Champs Elys hot spring villa and drove back to the city. Charlie received a phone call from Albert on the way back. Albert said over the phone, “Master Wade, Smith from the United States that I met the last time came to me again, saying that he wanted to spend another five million US dollars. He is begging to meet Liam and you.”

It was unbelievable how late in the evening and early people gambled on those machines. She decided to meet with Damon this morning before she headed South to Colorado. They met by the gas station close to her hotel to say goodbye. Damon was intrigued by River. He admired her strength, intelligence, fierceness, and beauty. If he wasn’t with his girl, he would have loved to have met her before even if she was 8 years younger than him. However, he loved his girl and River’s true love was out there waiting for her. Corny? Probably, but it was the truth, he thought.

Philip shook his head and sneered, “It’s just a medical association. If it collapses, there will naturally be a new medical association to replace you. Don’t think too highly of yourself.” Smyth’s anger burned his entire mind. While spewing all kinds of threats out of his mouth, he clenched his fists tightly. Then, Smyth calmed himself down by taking a deep breath. He rushed to Riverdale from Golden City specifically this time to solve Hendricks's affairs. Therefore, Smyth lightly said, “I think we should talk about it. I’ll be reaching Riverdale soon. We can meet up.” He could only find out what the other party wanted after a meeting.

Charlie blinked. “Sir?” River glanced over his shoulder. “Her date. Name. Family. Anything I should know.” Charlie cleared his throat. “Caleb,” he said. “Last name Miller. Junior. Football team. No priors. Average grades. Parents divorced. Lives with his mom.” River turned fully now, eyebrow lifting. “You already ran him.” “It was relevant,” Charlie said evenly. River huffed a quiet laugh and returned to his desk. “Good work.” He tapped the tablet once, then looked up again. “And you?”

It's hard to believe that someone as scary as Darryl has such a bright and wonderful best friend like Charles. After learning that Regina didn't have to work on weekends, Charles asked her out. The place he took her to was a peaceful and poetic suburb. The fields of reed grass spread across the road, cars are sparse and replaced by idyllic farms. "This is one of many schools for orphans that receive 100% funding from Darryl Rider."

"Let's hear it." Sean smirked and let out a low chuckle. "You always know what's on my mind." Charles tapped his fingers on the chair, his expression tight, "Believe me, there's nothing I want less." He paused before adding, "So, what's the latest drama with the Smiths?" "Oh, it's my cousin again!" "Is it Andy?" Charles's lips curled into a half-smile, "What's he gotten himself into this time?" "Who's Andy? The Smiths don't even recognize that name!" Sean said with a half-smile. Talking about his cousin could fill books. "Why'd he ditch Banyan City for Brookville, huh?"