Charles Smith X Reader Novels & Stories

However, she was nowhere to be seen. Smith, one of the elders and Charless trusted ally, came up to the Alpha.," Alpha, she hasn't arrived yet. Shall we hold off until she arrives? Charless irritated gaze wavered. He muttered under his breath, She had better get here soon or well have a problem. Smith bowed, Of course, Alpha. Charles stood up straight, his eyes intense and dark. He had prepared for this in advance. Though he had anticipated Leo's opposition, he refused to back down. Not when he had access to everything.

"What are you reading over there?" Charles asks. It's been a few hours since we took off. Charles apparently doesn't care that I'm his sister's enemy and has been talking to me for most of the flight. I think it's because he has an interest in me, but I might be wrong. "A romance novel," I reply, switching off my phone screen and turning to face him. "You're a romance fan?" "Yes, I am." "So, you must be waiting for your prince charming to rescue you then?"

“Come on, where’s that Jessica, the smart mouth who I love being roommates with?” I attempted a small smile. “Come on, dude, smile a bit wider for mommy.” “Oh please,” I said as I turned over to shove at her playfully. “ Come on we will be late for Reading time.” I sighed. “I won’t be going to the hall today, though, I need to find a better place to read without Annabel breathing down my neck. She wants me to complete some stuff from our chemistry textbook.” Charlie coughed and gazed at me from the side of her eyes. “If I didn’t know better I would say Annabel had a thing for you, although in a very sadistic way.”

Charlie collapsed into the chair opposite Aiden and dramatically pressed a hand against his chest. "You have no idea what happened here." Aiden swallowed. "What happened?" Charlie leaned forward. "My brother. Drove. Himself." The room fell silent. Aiden frowned. "Is that unusual?" Mrs. Kate and Charlie exchanged a look. "Very," they answered together. Charlie nodded vigorously. "Do you understand? Damien Smith does not drive himself when he's emotional. Actually, Damien Smith is never emotional." "I'm not emotional," Aiden muttered. "I'm talking about Damien!" Charlie groaned.

Charles asked crossing his arms over his chest watching as Smith walked around the cabin checking everything was clear and nobody was hiding in the shadows for us. “I’m not here to protect you, but Rose.” Smith pointed out walking into a room to do a check then walking back out, Charles holding his hand to his heart acting hurt in a sense. “What if I took Rose with me as I left the cabin?” He asked another question seeming to poke Smith, who didn’t look the happiest and sent Charles even more death glares, who laughed finding this funny. “Then I’d have to shoot you in the back of head but keep talking, and I’ll do it anyway.” Smith angrily told Charles, who held his hands up in surrender bef

When I was near his house, I suddenly heard some strange birds chirping. It was piercing and short, and it did not at all sound like the birds in the forest. I paused and saw a dark figure looking around the door of Charles’ house. It was Summer Smith, a widow. Before long, someone opened the shabby wooden door of Charles’ house with a creak. I quickly hid in the shadow of a nearby locust tree. Charles and Summer were seven to eight steps apart as they left the house before walking toward the fields on the outskirts of town.

Charles quickly sends a photo of a very obese naked man holding a bunch of dollar bills. Me: You sent that WAY too fast, sicko. Charles: hahahaha you know I have an arsenal of photos like that just for you. Me: I don’t doubt it. I put the phone down and go back to my book, writing a few more sentences before Charles texts me again. Charles: Just listened. Who did you run into?

Candice couldn’t take the awkwardness anymore and made an excuse to finish cooking, fleeing back into the kitchen with Sophia. The two of them peeked out from behind the kitchen door, ears perked. First round of eavesdropping. They heard Charlie discussing literature with Margaret. He even pulled a few out-of-print books from the bag sitting atop the gift box. They were titles Professor Smith had been searching for for years. In an instant, she lit up—he liked the same obscure authors she adored. Sophia: “Impressive. So impressive.” Candice: “…” They ducked back in to continue cooking.

Smith picked it up and read the message written on it . He looked at Charlotte and asked. Did you tell him anything about the incident? No I didn’t she replied. "Should I look into him?" Smith asked. I don’t think it’s necessary Smith lets just move one with the work in ground. Smith sat as he watched Charlotte work. Would you like to have some coffee or something to eat Smith offered. Coffee would be better she replied. Smith walked to the corner of her wide office brewing Coffee enough for two persons. He poured the already brewed Into two different cups. As handed one over to Charlotte as he sat right in front of her .

Their heels and sandals started clacking against the stone floors that lay in front of the shop. Soon, they were all focusing their attention to the one person who’s introducing the night’s host. “Ladies and gentlemen, she’s one of the most promising writer of her generation and one who has the constant desire to influence people through books. Tonight, to help out her good cause, here’s Charlie.” Charlie meekly smiles and stepped on top of the small podium they have set-up. She opens a tiny hard bound book and started to read. “All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.