Charlie 13 Reasons Why Novels & Stories

"Get over here! You think you can run? Not a chance!" Charlie looked utterly disheveled, his eyes filled with venom. "You came up with this plan! You gave me the hidden camera and set up the live stream earlier! Now that things have blown up, you want to walk away clean? You're going down with me!" Zachary cried out in pain and swung back with a punch. "Let go of me, you lunatic! You're the one obsessed with money and status! I have nothing to do with this! I'm one of the victims of your deception!"

"Say something, Madelyn! You had plenty to say when you pushed Raine, but now you're suddenly mute?! Losing a little flesh and blood, and you're acting like you're dying? Are you teaming up with the doctors to fool me?" I couldn't even scream. The pain was too much. Dr. Reed snapped. Crack! His fist slammed into Charlie's face. "That's enough! Who the hell are you to this patient? She just had a miscarriage and fell down a flight of stairs—she's hemorrhaging! Are you trying to kill her?" Charlie froze. "What?! You're saying she just had a miscarriage?"

Emily quickly went to her seat at the back. “Oh my gosh!” Charlotte Steffan, the leader of the bitchy group stood up with one hand on her glimmering iPhone and the other on her waist. “Charles… my Charles is going to have a movie with that bitch Margaux Shell. What on earth is happening? That bitch is wicked!” “Yeah! It was indeed posted just last night. My mom said, that Margaux Hell was the one who wanted to be paired with our Charles otherwise she would not make the movie.” Lixie Bowel’s mom was known as a Deputy Manager of King Media.

He was parked at their driveway and he gave her a disappointing sigh while shaking his head. "I've been here for an hour, hurry up or we'll be late!" Charlie scolded Marjorie and she rolled her eyes. Despite everything bad that happened in her life, Charlie was one of the reasons why she didn't want to quit college. It is their second year and her last year she wanted to leave so badly because of all the bullying but when she met Charlie, he saved her from that nightmare.

‘He’s not sure we would be a good match. Steff waves her hand over the lake. “This is why Charlie believes he doesn’t deserve love. Why he believes he should be alone.” I look at the lake. I witnessed a man repeatedly punch a defenseless woman. She cries out, begging for not only her life but the life of her son. He must be locked in a closet. He is banging on the door, screaming for his daddy to stop hurting his mommy. Oh, my goddess, he can see what is happening.

Evelyn tried to push herself up, but a wave of agony tore through her shoulder, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. A nurse immediately stepped forward. “You need to rest—” But it was already too late. Charlie had entered the room. The air shifted instantly, as though his presence alone commanded the space. His expensive black coat was soaked from the rain, his dark eyes blazing with anger, and his hands were clenched so tightly that the veins stood out beneath his skin. When his gaze landed on Evelyn, it was filled with nothing but disgust. “Charlie…” she whispered weakly. His expression hardened further. “Amelia can’t feel her legs.”

Charlie asked as he walked towards Rey and grabbed the bottle of alcohol from him. "Hey, give me that." Rey retorted but he was too weak to even get up. "Do you love Amelia so much that you are hurting yourself for her? Charlie fumed. "Yes. I love her...more than I even love myself. She makes my life colorful. She gives my life a meaning. Now you tell me, am I alive like this? Am I even living?" Rey asked, staring at Charlie. "This is bad. Was that why you left the girls at the club? If you knew you would leave so abruptly, you wouldn't have let me take you there." Charlie replied.

"Thanks for your concern. I’m doing well." Charlie’s lips curled into a smug grin. His son Trent had been left in a near-vegetative state after Alexander’s brutal beating, and Charlie had been waiting patiently—biding his time. Now, with news that Alexander’s memory was impaired, he saw his opening. A chance for revenge. "I heard you’ve gotten close to some little designer lately," he said, as if making idle conversation. Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. "I’d like to invite her over for coffee," Charlie continued smoothly. "She must be something special to have you so obsessed. Makes a man curious. Tempted, even."

“I’m not sure that’s a compliment. Perhaps you should try being a child for a while. There’s quite a bit of fun to have in it.” Charlie considered his words. He had a point. Why was he always consumed with concerns of the grown up world? He was only fourteen. Before much longer, he’d be off to study at a high school and then a university. Then, he’d be forced to pay attention to more important things. So what if Mary Margaret hadn’t written him back. Maybe she was too busy being a child. “Race you to the fence line!” Charlie yelled, and without giving Walter a chance to process the dare, he took off sprinting as fast as he could. A bit of spontaneity could actually be a good thing, he decide

Charlene gave a slow nod and sat down, but her feet continued to tap the ground aggressively. “Be careful.” She whispered as he walked out of the house. “Brian?” He spoke into his phone, entering his car. “I need Mason's location immediately.” Meanwhile, Charlene couldn't get herself to calm down. She drank some water and tried to relax but nothing seemed to be working. She paced from one end of the room to the other, tears streaming down her face and her heart racing. She couldn't help but wonder what Mason would do to Harry. “That man is a maniac..” she mumbled to herself. “He doesn't care that it's a child, he'll hurt him.” Her lips quivered, and tears trickled down her face again.