Charli From Inquisitormaster Novels & Stories

Or at least that's what they claimed. “Kara Grayson’s voiceprint has been verified on the surveillance footage,” said my head of cyber-intelligence, fidgeting uneasily at the table’s edge. "However, there's additional information..." “Talk,” I ordered. He paused. "It wasn’t only Kara." The mirror revealed you-know-who. His tone lowered. “Charlie.” A quiet calm enveloped the room. Charles. Faithful. Silent. Crafty. A calm strategist I had previously viewed as a potential successor to one of my subsidiaries.

Charlie said with a sigh. "And that confirms my suspicion. I think he is under some kind of spell. I have read about it. It's okay if I can't see him. But, please take me into his chamber. Let me examine it. With my high scent sensing power, I am sure I can find it if it is there." I assured and the two faces were somewhat energised. "Okay, let's do this…" Charlie called his friend and she wore my clothes and stayed in the treehouse instead of me. And I stepped out with them.

"Lick me clean, Charlotte. Clean yourself from me." She laps and licks, sucking at my fingers as I push them to her mouth. Then, pulling my fingers free, I replace it with my thumb. "You know where this is going, don't you?" Her eyes open, rolling across to me, her breathing accelerating. Michael leans forward, elbows on knees. "Your Master asked you a question, Charlotte. And did anyone tell you to open your eyes?" Closing her eyes once more, "Yes, Master. I know where it's going."

The pupils are blown wide, swallowing the iris. He opens his mouth. The voice that comes out sounds mechanical. "I, Marcus of Silverwood..." The shadows in the room lunge forward, detaching themselves from the walls, circling the dais like sharks smelling blood. "...Master of the Northern Gate..." "Stop him!" Charlie screams. She lunges. She ignores the guard, ignores the gun pressed to her back. She throws herself forward, snapping the zip-tie on her wrist with a sickening pop of dislocated bone.

Charles concluded with a slight blemish. According to the orders of her boss Charla couldn't leave the room to do the required work. She stood rooted to the ground twiddling with her fingers. Charles raised his eyes to Charla in command. His orbs owned a suspicious look. "Sir I know I'm in no position to speak this information to you and I very well know I am risking my job in this by supporting Aliza against your decision." Rising from his seat Charles pushed his hands inside his pant pockets and walked in slow raptorial steps towards Charla. His lips were plastered in a thin line intimidating her with his controlling aura. "What do you mean?" He accentuated his dominance. Charles did not l

This Chase figure who I’ve gathered sneaks around here at night praying on innocent girls. “How will I know who he is? What does he look like?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is lurking behind us, ready to silence me before I can release this information to everyone else. Charlie’s eyes widen. “Just like our Alpha. But also he is nothing like him. Dead in the eyes, crazed and insane.” Her words make my stomach turn in realisation.

Clicking my tongue, I urge Charlie forward and she breaks into a trot, but her eyes roll back at me. "Charlotte..." ... I urge on my mount. The air is fresh on my skin. The sun shimmers and dances to the leaf-littered ground. But nothing dispels the clouds in my head. "Charlotte!" My Master's voice snaps like a whip. With a thunder of hooves, Oliver pulls up beside me and my Master reaches across, snatching at Charlie's bridle. "You may be angry with me, but you will not ignore me." He wrenches the reins from my hands then leads me, with Charlie, to a tree, looping the reins over a branch. Swinging a long leg over his saddle he dismounts then snaps a gesture to the ground. "Down!"

Before the waiter could respond, another voice came from behind them. “CEO Vergara. What a surprise to see you here—with your mistress and your parents, harassing your own wife.” Ralph immediately stiffened. Dawn's head snapped toward the voice, her eyes widening. Matilda and Roman turned as well, their brows furrowing when they recognized the newcomer. “Director Waltz,” Ralph muttered in surprise. A hint of unease appeared on his face. Director Waltz approached them at an unhurried pace, his gaze moving from Ralph to Dawn, then to Matilda and Roman.

When the light, became dim, a hologram again popped up at mid-air air. ****** Name : Charlotte Richmond Strength : 100 Agility : 40 Intelligence : 25 Mana energy : 100 / per hour Mana type : Elemental (Spirit) Skills : N/A ****** Ubi nodded his head and told Char, " Congratulations! You are selected for the preliminary compitition! Good luck!" " Thank you, uncle Ubi! " Char happily looked at Vis and smiled, Vis also did the same and advanced towards orb.

"I want you and your men to follow them. I’ll transfer the payment to your account," said Charlie to the person on the other end of the phone. After giving his instructions, Charlie ended the call. He placed his phone back on the table and gazed out of the window. A week ago, Charlie had been recommended a private investigator by a business associate during an annual meeting. He received the contact of a paid spy who could help him investigate any case. Initially, Charlie wasn’t interested in using such services, but now he felt the need to uncover the secrets of those around him.