Charlie Charlie Game Story Novels & Stories

"Emma, let's not ever meet again in the next life." Emma finally panicked. "Vince, no!" I turned around and leaped. Down on the ground floor, Bernadette—who had been hiding there smoking a cigarette—stared in stunned horror as I plunged down and landed right in front of her.

Charlie is here. In my house. In my bed. Well, one of my beds. I’ve never wanted anything more, but she’s not just a physical temptation. I drag my ass into my own room, brush my teeth, and sink into bed. My hand falls to my waist, fingers brushing over my cock. I’m not going to hide in my room and jerk it like a teenager, but fuck, I’m getting turned on just thinking about Charlie in that white dress. The sleeves rested off her shoulders, and more than once while she was laughing and leaning forward to move her game piece along the board, one sleeve slipped down a little more.

I feel pity for the big guy. Right now, Roman and I are in a stand-off against his cousins Menandro and Lara in a game called Sapo. It meant Choke the Frog, but without an actual frog. A figurine frog sat on top of an erected log in the middle of the garden. Each team has ten gold coins and all we have to do is aim for the frog’s mouth, choke the figurine. It was easier said than done. Each team hasn’t been able to choke the freaking open-mouthed frog yet. We only have four coins left for each team. Menandro missed another shoot. Lara’s aim was no good as well.

A silent chuckle left my mouth. The game just started, Love. Sit tight and be ready. There is a lot more to come.

“That… actually sounds like him.” “Right?” she says, grinning wider. “He was such a little menace. Super smart. Super stubborn. And ridiculously dramatic.” Her tone is so easy, so fond, that I feel my shoulders start to relax. Charlie leans back and squints up at the sky. “We met when we were six. He tried to fight me with a stick because I said I didn’t like pears. I won, obviously.” I laugh, and she nudges my leg with hers.

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

The game she'd always loved but never dared try in public. "Mike!" Charlene’s voice was filled with excitement. "Can you believe it? I've always loved this game, but I was too scared to play in front of people. I never thought I’d be brave enough!" Without waiting for Mike, she took off running toward the machine, her excitement making her forget all caution. Mike grinned, shaking his head but following her. "You’re too much!" he called after her, amused. Charlene reached the machine, her hands trembling as she found the start button. She pressed it eagerly, and the music began. She stepped onto the platform, bouncing with joy, as the beats pulsed in time with her heart.

I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until Calvin slowly turned his wheelchair toward the man in navy. He didn’t yell. He didn’t flinch. “I must say,” Calvin began, his voice calm, clipped, “I’m a little disappointed.” He looked around the room slowly, locking eyes with everyone in turn. “This was supposed to be a strategic meeting about a multi-billion dollar expansion project. And yet, somehow, it has been reduced to a debate about my wife’s qualifications… and ghost stories about a woman who is no longer here.” He paused, his tone sharpening ever so slightly.

Another hand tried to cover her mouth. The little girl who had led Sarah there ran away as soon as she saw what was happening. Sarah jerked away violently. She steadied herself against a tree, coughing harshly. "Charlie, it's you again! What exactly do you want?" Charlie looked at her with a sinister smile and said softly, "Should I call you genuinely stupid or just pretending to be? Can't you see what I want? Did you think I went through all this trouble to lure you out here just to play games?"

I frowned and asked, "And the story won't fall apart?" "No. Luna isn't the protagonist of this novel. After everything you've done over the years, she has already strayed from the main storyline. Even if she becomes corrupted, it won't affect how the story unfolds." Only then did I let out a breath of relief. Luna soon found out that my death had been caused by a car accident. After a brief hesitation, the one who reported this leaned in and said, "I heard Levi was the one who hit him. He was arrested on the spot."