Charlie A 소설 & 이야기

“Charlie, Sweetie. How are you?” “Dad, you are not answering my messages,” Charlie pointed out. “You messaged?” Adrian asked. “Oh, you did.” Charlie, “...” “Dad, I have been meaning to talk to you. I met this really nice guy, who I think meets the criteria,” Charlie began. Adrian coughed. He asked, “What criteria?” “You know the rare breed,” Charlie answered. “The guy I said who was good at sports and has a brother with special needs. I think he’s a rare breed!”

Then he dropped the file he was holding on the center table and walked over to Marie. “You must be our new girlfriend,” he grinned at her, which for some unknown reason annoyed me. It was even worse because Marie blinked and her demeanor changed. She looked at Charlie as if he was a golden angel. What was that word again? Mesmerized. “My name's Charlie Wilkins, Head of PrimeTelecoms PR. But you can call me Charlie.” He winked at her and I’d seen enough. I cleared my throat loudly and stopped whatever the fuck was happening before I ended up strangling someone.

The boy pointed to a woman who approached concerned. "Charlie, are you okay?” asked the lady holding him “Thank you very much, sir.” "No problem, it was just a scratch, right, Charlie? Don't worry your mother with those tears...” Something stirred inside me when I saw Alex interact with that little boy. Is this what Alex would be like as dad? Something told me he would be worse. He would be a super annoying father who could not bear that anyone touched his son, he would be bothered to see him dirty and he would surely breastfeed him if he could.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

his voice cracked up as if he was gonna cry anytime soon. I exhaled and stared at the pathetic figure in front of me. "It's okay as long as you don't try it again. Rosanna will surely forgive you even if it takes years, I'm sure she will, even if she doesn't I'll make sure of it. Right now I'll start by clearing your name," I said more calmly this time and he nodded like an obedient dog. Next day. Charlie's POV Yesterday's event still replays in my head. How I almost committed sucide.

I said, shooting Ferrel a glare. "Yes, boss," Ferrel mumbled. "I'll get the car," Anthony said. I nodded at him and he ran out and started the car. The only reason Charlie lived away from us was since I needed eyes and ears on people in town. He volunteered to do it. Well after this incident he was moving straight back here. Once we got to his place we quickly barged in and looked at the scene before us. There was blood all over the carpet and everything had been thrown out and was on the floor. Charlie's phone was on the ground but completely shattered.

Charlie reluctantly promised him, which calmed Barron's heart a little. After Barron led Charlie into the room, he saluted Philip and said with reverence. "General, I have brought the man you need! He is Charlie, he once infiltrated the IV Syndicate base, you can ask him anything you want. " Both Philip and Edward looked at Charlie. His body was covered with wounds, his clothes were dyed red, his hair and beard tousled. His tall body was swaying with exhaustion and his face was incredibly pale, but there was an indomitable spirit behind his eyes. It was obvious that this was a character.

The man strained his eyes but failed to see through the darkness. "Kael," he mumured weakly, calling out to his wolf. But no response came. They had done something to their wolves. "Kael can't hear you," a demonic voice cut through the foul air. A dim light flickered on, casting the room into a grim glow and revealing a grotesque monster. Half of its face was charred, its eyes entirely pitch black, even the whites. Its back was hunched, head bald and glistening under the weak light. The sight was so horrifying it could make anyone’s blood run ice.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.