Charlie Besso Age Novels & Stories

Charlie was crying from happiness, witnessing how lucky Cass was from that explosion. "I can't die, Charles. Even if you hit me with a brick, I won't die." Cass answered. "Stop joking! We are at war, anyone can die from this!" Charlie said. Cass stared at him and the crew. "I'm serious. I'm an immortal, and I'm 1,999 years old already." Charlie snickered. "You're joking again, Cass. That is good, you're well and you're trying to ease us up."

“She’s just being harsh since she’s not allowed to have my company here. I assure you the fault is all mine. I’m Maxwell, by the way.” “The fault might be yours, but the pleasure is all mine,” the young girl responds. Before she can say anything further, Charlie interrupts with her hands flying in the air. “Whoa there, you’re sixteen and he’s…old, too old for you. He was just leaving. Weren’t you, Maxwell?”

The boy's voice became serious and he ran forward with determination, "You told my mom that I will study at home. Even now, the kids in kindergarten still don't know basic addition.” Giselle shrugged helplessly. This kid was so hard to please. That's right, who said his mother gave birth to a genius? Only 5 years old, Charlie had almost finished elementary school. “Charlie, wait for me. Who taught you to take a taxi like that?" She ran so hard that she could catch up and sit in the car. Gently pinching Charlie's cheek, Giselle glared at him warningly. But Charlie also looked up at her and retorted with a very annoying sentence, "I can even travel on a plane myself so you don't have to worry

he says, referring to the twins’ niece from their older sister. Charlie is a lot younger than us. He’s only twenty-one, and his father has already had him working in illegal businesses, so I’m still not sure if I can believe this sudden change. But the twins are two of the people I trust the most in the world, so I’m going to give this a chance. Nevertheless, I find Charlie’s statement hilarious. The twins indeed like to finish each other’s sentences. I hide my amusement away. “Go on.” “Fine. I was actually going to explain first,” Cary says. “Charlie is working against Alfio.”

Shamelessly fucking my 73-year-old neighbor for the last two months has been a journey of self-discovery. I’m almost 26 years old, and if you’d told me earlier this year that a septuagenarian man would be sneaking across my yard several times a week just to sit on my couch and let me impale my pussy on his massive cock, I would’ve called you insane. I know I would’ve called you insane. But here we are. Mr. Charlie had a birthday on October 20th, and he showed no signs of slowing down. At 73, his cock still stood at attention every time we fucked. To my delight, he had become more confident with each session.

"Jonathan was a rebel at school. I don't think the kid would be able to beat him." "Being a rebel was just his former glory. Now he's around 28 years old, while the kid is only about 19 and is in peak condition. It's impossible for him to lose to Jonathan!" … Charlotte had no idea about the online frenzy. She was sitting nervously at a spot near the window. Suddenly, the door chime jingled, and she turned to look over at it.

The blissful-looking Italian boy appeared to be about eight years old. Charvie's lips curled into a warm smile "I don't speak Italian, ca..." "I am Gerald, my mama told me you just moved in, and I would like to invite you to my birthday party." He held out the invitation to Charvie "Wow, you speak English perfectly." She took the card from him. "The venue is there, I would love it if you attend, it's going to be fun.” Charvie could sense the excitement in Gerald's voice, but she didn't want to break his heart.