Charles Smith X Reader Novels & Stories

The inspector thought, and said, "Mr Smith , you should mind the way you speak. Do you know who you are talking to..." "I don't fucking care! Who is he or not? I am Steve Smith and I am here to demand a search of my friend!" "Haha," Charles laughed mockingly at him. " Just a friend? ".he narrowed his eyes at him to provoked the man more. Steve clenched a fist and angrily gritted his teeth.

Otherwise, who would spend a hundred millions to out-compete the top entertainment company in the country, Smoo Media, and become the leading investor without a good reason? In her excitement, a blush rose to her cheeks. Without any hesitation, she took Charles' arm, her eyes brimming with a pleasing smile. She looked at Charles with gratitude and said, "Young Master Smith, you've been too kind to me."

However, to his surprise, even after he had been so understanding and reasonable, Smith was still hostile toward Eastern traditional medicine. What was more, Charlie was his benefactor and also the object of his greatest admiration. When Liam saw the Apothecary Restoration Pills that Charlie had refined himself being pushed to the ground by the other party, he could not bear it any longer! Immediately after that, he stood up and said angrily, “Mr. Smith! I have been tolerating your contemptuous attitude throughout the entire meal, but your attitude of being so proud and thinking that you are number one in the world is just too much and too lacking in culture! Do you think that I flew halfway

Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, Charles hurriedly waved away the cigarette smoke, "I'm sorry, boss. I know you dislike the smell of smoke, but I didn't expect to run into you here." Emma gave a gentle smile, lightly shaking her head, "It's okay. You smoke?" "Yes, I started smoking about four years ago. I quit for a while, but recently, I've been drawn back to it." Charles looked at her, his eyes concealing a deep emotion that he couldn’t voice. Four years ago? A memory dawned on Emma, "Did we attend the same university? Suddenly, you seem familiar to me, as if we've met before." Charles' expression momentarily froze. With a bitter smile, he glanced down at his shiny leather shoes still s

She muttered, “Oh, Taylor. I don’t know what to do with you.” “What do you mean, Babe? There’s only one way to do me,” Taylor said with his usual smirk. “Are you reading or not?” Charlie snapped. “I’m reading. I’m loving this! Force majeure, baby!” He even raised his fist, pretending to enjoy it. As Taylor read aloud for the next few minutes, he put an arm around Charlie. Then, absentmindedly, he started stroking her hair. The small gesture sent shivers down Charlie’s spine.

“He’s messing with you, Alex. Don’t do it. Don’t listen to him. We’re not going to let him walk out with—” Before Charlie could finish, I dropped to my knees. My pride, my reputation —none of it mattered when Sarah’s safety was on the line. The sight of her tear-streaked face burned into my mind, searing away any lingering hesitation. My fists clenched at my sides, my knuckles white and my nails digging into my palms. Charlie placed his hand on my shoulder and I couldn’t look at him. Henry’s laughter grated on my nerves. “Look at you, Alexander Smith,” he sneered. “The man everyone fears brought to his knees. Doesn’t it taste bitter? That defeat? That helplessness?”

Noelle's voice was a quiet murmur, barely audible to just their little group, but it filled Charles's heart with a rush of happiness. He looked up, his dark eyes sparkling with a light so bright it seemed to dim everything else around. With a soft smile, Charles greeted, "Hello, Mr. Smith!" Sean forced a smile, his eyes revealing a quick, sharp twitch. He took in Noelle and Charles sharing a smile and felt a pang in his chest, though he kept his cool. With a smile that tried to look harmless, he said, "I've heard so much about Mr. Hoffman. Meeting you today... Well, it's quite something!" He almost seemed to be grinding his teeth as he finished his sentence.

“I ask you a question, you answer. You ask me, I answer. Simple. Honest. No dodging.” He flipped another page, unconvinced. “Not interested.” Emily scooted closer. “Well, I’m very interested in yours.” That earned her a glance—a slow, calculated look. Charles smirked. “Emily Greyson, you better fall in line if you want to know my life. Don’t you know there’s a sea of women out there who'd sell their souls for a peek inside this mind?” The sarcasm was heavy, but she grinned. “Please…” she whispered. “Please?”

I could practically hear her thoughts screaming at me not to make a scene. Too late. I sat down, ordered something—l, though I didn’t even know what the waiter wrote and leaned back in my chair, pretending to relax. In reality, every part of me was on edge. I could feel Smith’s gaze flickering to Charlotte every few seconds, could see the way she smiled politely but tried to keep her distance. Still, the sight of them together burned. “So,” Smith said after a while, resting his elbow on the table. “Charlotte was just telling me about her department at the company. Impressive woman you’ve got there, Alpha. She knows her work.”