Charlie A Novels & Stories

“Fair. But also he’s a walking magical encyclopedia. And I’m tired.” “Fine,” Cheyenne said with a sigh. “But I’m calling dibs on popcorn duty if this turns into one of his classic cryptic lectures.” “Deal.” Twenty Minutes Later… Charlie arrived in a shimmer of gold and smoke, stepping through the protective wards like they were silk curtains. He was dressed in his usual charcoal robes, long silver hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and a calm expression that never boded well. “Well,” he said, taking in the room with a slow glance. “Either someone found a new prophecy, or you accidentally opened a portal to the underworld again.”

he says. "Why do you keep on calling me Val? I'm Charlotte." He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, you are Valentina De Luca the Princess of all supernatural creatures," he smiles before bowing. "I can't be her I am only turning twenty-one- years old in a few days and Valentina well no one knows what happened to her."

My power is getting weaker with age and I am not as sharp as before. I looked at the woman who saved me earlier. My body glowed earlier and I think it's due to her power. She is a charmer, she gives luck. But regular charmers only give blessing. She is a special one and I am sure of that. I have lived for a hundred years in this world and I still haven't seen a charmer who can give both luck and strength to others. My conscience is eating me, I haven't been like this before. It is telling me to save this wounded girl. I was somehow captured by her beauty.

You can't be here. I am freaking out. But Ace doesn't seem to care at all. He takes a fry from Charlie’s tray and munches it slowly but aggressively. “So, what were you saying about me being manipulative?” Charlie turns away, his eyelids fluttering in fear. “Ermm…that was a slip of the tongue.”

“Truthfully… I absolutely loved it.” “That’s my girl.” Charlie patted me on the back. “Let’s collect Stub before she catches a nude player and does more than take a picture.” “You’re horrible,” I said with a burst of laughter. Charlie winked and said, “I watch that woman closely. She has a thing for large muscles. She’ll be the death of me some day, but I’ll die happy.” For an older man, Charlie was in good shape. This was the first time I saw him in short sleeves and it was obvious he worked out. He must have been a knockout in his day.

I can see my parents face confuse to relief. "She..... likes playing more than anything and doesn't like responsibility if she will not gain anything from it that she can use. That's all I can say to you and if Drake happened to married my sister, he would be dead already right after the wedding." I know that smiling is normal for Charlie but smiling while saying dead made me shiver. "Charmie is far different from me when it comes to life. She will use you for entertainment and dispose you when you become boring." They are really different but Charlie likes entertainment, too.

She tried to apologize and I wouldn't let her. Charlie, as I found out when the officers came, was actually a dog that had just flunked out of K9 school. They had actually arranged to have the kennel he came from put him up for adoption so it worked out. For whatever reason him and Adira had taken to each other like I've never seen before. Even the officers were suprised as he had never shown much affection even to his handler.

"Then, would you like to see the other one I drew l?" "You drew another one?" Charlie eagerly nodded and flipped the page of his sketchpad. There was a drawing of a man standing beside a child. "This is mean uncle," he pointed at the larger figure. "And this," his finger moved over to the smaller one. "Is me." Bellatrix froze. Her eyes slowly rose to meet his. "Mean uncle?" Charlie's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "Yeah, he helped me at the airport, remember?" At the airport? Cillian?

Scarlett POV The six of us, myself, Cayden, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing are heading back to the packhouse when I realize there’s someone I should talk to before I start making calls, so I start veering to the left, heading to the area of our pack lands where individual homes stand for those people who don’t want to live in the pack house. “Alpha Scarlett? The packhouse is this way.” Cayden says with a slight laugh as he points when he notices me going off course.

Alpha Kael. I turned my head slowly from the window, the dull ache in my side still pulsing from the bullet. He stepped into the room without a word, shutting the door behind him. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at me. Strong, dominant, powerful and charismatic. All the traits that were supposed to be in an alpha. “You,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. “You’re the last person I ever want to see. And you are the last person that should have dared to enter my room.”