Charlie A Novels & Stories

Charlie shrugged, "I've tried, he doesn't want to talk so what do I do? I'm doing my best not making his last days horror some, I mean even Conrad has gotten closer to him playing the role of the perfect son so at least he dies happy" I exhaled softly through my mouth. "What happened to you?" "To me?" I asked seeming confused. "Your new aura is not giving Charlie, I like it, it's cool but, it's not you and I don't know maybe people change who knows, but the Charlie I knew would never leave his Dad to die without making peace with him, no matter how much he hated him."

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Char stood up from her seat leaving her plate and toast at the table and walked out. “ What did you do?” I asked out loud Vanessa shaking her head at me not to. I get up from my seat and follow her. “ char??” I yelled looking around to see where she went. I ran upstairs to see if she was in her room but she wasn’t. Running back down the stairs I look to the right seeing the front door wide open. Now I know I should probably tell Alex but instead I ran outside following the scent trail she left. Once I reached the end of the backyard I saw her sitting on the ground just right past the pack territory line. Walking up to her I sat down next to her.

I survived the Devil’s curse once more. ~~ AN Hi love, thank you for checking out my book. Don’t forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel_lj xx

"Besides, liking a guy named Aster Clyde Santos isn't really the nicest idea." "Why? Is that also the reason why you're holding back?" Aster sighed. "By any chance, are you afraid of falling in love?" She was answered by silence. It's a yes, then. "Okay, I understand." She stood up and went back to the living area. "But we're still continuing the Megan therapy!" He shook his head and poured the puree on top of the warm dessert. "Whatever." This silly idea of mine worked on Ethan Marx, so I hope to see that rare smile of yours by the end of the day, Cheeto.

Celine added, heading out of the room. “Celine…” “Not now, Betty!” Celine smacked at her, causing me to arch my brows. ‘What’s up with them?’ “Charles, please remove your hand from his chest,” I uttered, and Charles scoffed. “Not yet. When I confirm Kendrick is alive and well, then I may consider not pulling his filthy heart out.” He answered adamantly. “Whatever you want to do, you better do it now,” Xavier muttered. “Who asked you to speak?” Charles asked, turning to look at him.

I say. "Sure." Michael's smile is sunny. "The more the merrier. Let's make him welcome." Heading for the hotel lobby. Michael steps smartly, but Charlotte hangs back. A man stands waiting, tall, blond, powerfully built. Michael strides forward, hand offered. "Charles, great to see you. Thanks for coming." Charles takes the hand with a firm shake. "You too, Michael. I've been looking forward to seeing the place." "Let me introduce you. This is my friend James and my wife, Charlotte."

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.