Charlie And Vaggie Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The love for her wasn't naturally, more like a barter. She turned quietly and retreated back toward her room before anyone could notice she had been standing there. She just chose to disappear as she never felt needed. *** Downstairs, Charlie finally loosened slightly after greeting everyone. Lily immediately moved toward him, slipping naturally beside him like she belonged there. “You’re late,” she complained softly. Charlie glanced at her calmly. “Five minutes late.” “That still counts.” “You survived.” Lily rolled her eyes before smiling anyway. Charlie always reasoned with her but, she always loose at the end.

I lay in bed, my mind filled with our intimate interaction, and a surge of desire welled up inside me. I slowly took off my clothes and felt the touch of every expanse of skin under my bare hands until I was completely naked. I bit my lips, parted my legs slightly, and let my bodily instincts dictate my actions. Just then, the door to my bedroom was pushed open. "Vicky! Look what I brought back for you!" Charlie's voice came from the doorway. He was holding a paper bag in his hand and had a satisfied smile on his face. I looked up in shock and horror. Charlie was staring intently at my naked body, his eyes filled with surprise and desire.

He looks back towards us and shrugs with a smirk on his face. Luna Rose and another older woman, I don't know, move from the table gathering the children and pushing them from the table away from the scene. I smile as I watch Charlie, "You," she screamd as she glares at Vincent, "you did this to me, you planned to come between us, how dare you, who the hell do you think you are to come between fated mates?" Her claws elongate as she swipes at his face, gashes open on his right cheek, his eyes shift color as he stood looking at her. He growls at her and Ceasar pushes forward, a low menencing growl leaves my chest. Charlie laughs at him, "bring it old man, I'd love to kill you for what you'

They should not be taken away from the right to make friends just because the media would make up stories about it. Charlie said, "I see that you're not in a good mood lately. Is anything bothering you? Tell me. Maybe I can help you." "Unhappy?" Vicky was stunned. "Am I?" Charlie nodded. After keeping quiet for a few seconds, she said, "Is it that obvious?" Charlie smiled. "No, but I can feel it." Just as Vicky was about to say something, Charlie's phone rang. She had no idea what the other party said to Charlie, but Charlie gave a brief response. "I'll come back now."

“Fine. Fine. I’m not marrying Claude. You’re the one I’ve always loved.” She grabbed a mug from the table and hurled it at me. Blood gushed from the corner of my forehead and streamed down my brow. Valerie’s chest heaved violently. “Cyrus is going to swallow pills and kill himself. If anything happens to him, Claude, I’ll make you pay!” How utterly ironic. I felt a deep, aching pain in my heart. I could barely swallow because of the bitterness in my throat. “Mr. Charlton, it looks like she has also agreed to cancel tomorrow’s wedding.”

“You’re overthinking it, Ray. Stevani is far too young for me. She’s kind, intelligent, and hardworking, but she’s seven years younger than I am.” “But what if I’m right, Mr. Vane? She’s William Vanguard’s cousin. If she truly likes you...” Ray left the sentence unfinished. In an instant, Charlie’s expression changed completely. His eyes sharpened, flashing with deep emotion. “No woman could ever be as captivating as Elena, Ray!” Charlie declared firmly. Yet the moment those words left his lips, the strength in his expression gradually faded. An overwhelming sadness clouded his eyes, leaving behind a wound that had never truly healed from the heartbreaking incident involving the wooden ship

Her eyes welled up with tears. "I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t really hurt me, Mr. Grant…" "You’re fired," Charlie said flatly. "Don’t ever show your face to me again." There was no mercy in his eyes. Just disgust. And he wasn’t even sure if it was directed at Marie—or himself. Marie’s expression twisted. "I’m pregnant, and it’s late… It’s not safe out there. I can’t even get a cab—" Charlie shoved her out the door without another word.

“It’s like you guys made up for the time you had lost! Damn!” “So, um... tell me more about 69,” Charlie asked, and within minutes, they dove into the topic like it was a brand-new crash course — complete with giggles, wild hand gestures, and zero shame. When they were done talking, Charlie said, “After this, I don’t think I can look Maxwell in the eye for a few days.” Inner Devil: ‘I will.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Me too!’ *** The next day... Charlie: [I went home to the condo.]