Charlie Charlie Stories Novels & Stories

He walks over the seat across to Xander. Charlie is 84 years old, he had Liza at his old age with his second wife who was 25 while he was 56. He always says "If his wife's issues haven't killed him, nothing can." "I brought," Xander takes out his briefcase to take some documents, "these to show you the numbers, this year has been smoothly for the company, its consistency..." "Always business as usual with you," Charlie gives a proud grin. "But you don't actually think I invested in your company because I believed in your work, to be honest, I don't even know what your company is all about."

“But come to think of it, I don’t think Christian has ever looked at Heather like he’s torn between either strangling her or fucking her senseless.” “And that’s supposed to make me feel good.” Charlie raised her hands in surrender as she backed off with her brows raised. “Ease up on the sarcasm will ya? Anyway, I’m just saying that you still haven’t told me what went down in the bathroom. Wanna spill to your bestie?” she wagged her brows with a mischievous grin. “A problem shared is … however the rest of that saying goes. I’m just interested in gossip.” I sighed. Charlie was the best thing that ever happened to me here at Edwin and Co. Honestly, this girl keeps me sane with her craziness, I

With shaking arms along with numb fingers, I barely answer it. “Charlie, where are you? Are you okay?” The panic in Maxwell’s voice probably matches my own if I could actually speak. “Charlie, answer me,” he pleads. “I’m at work.” I manage to get out. “And?” he asks, but when I remain silent he continues to talk. “Charlie, we have been through this. I know something’s wrong. Now tell me before I come find out for myself this instant.” “The sun’s blazing outside…you would die…wouldn’t you?”

Charlie walks over to a computer and starts typing away. He jots down a couple numbers on a paper, before looking at Jenna and me. “Hop into the golf cart and I will drive you over to where your mother and father’s things have been stored,” Charlie says as he walks out from behind the counter and over to a golf cart. Jenna and I get in, as Charlie takes the driver’s seat. He ambles along slowly chatting with Jenna about her due date and what she is hoping for.

CHARLIE * * "Okay, what do you want us to talk about?", I asked. "Graduation night, my car broke down, came over to your house, wanted to crash at your place, planned on skipping the party because my girlfriend and I broke up that day and she was going to be there, it was like God wanted me to not go, I see you a little bit drunk, which is weird because, you never drink, or you're not allowed to, you talk about being frustrated, I tell you to rebel and you say you can't, I ask you what you want and you say me, you kiss me, we get intimate, you fall asleep, you wake up and you're looking panicked, you tell me to leave that it was a mistake, let's start from there, explain that night".

All Charity could do was cry loudly as her father began to throw away all her clothes. How will her life be now? An hour passed when her father kicked her out of their house. Charity decided to go to Leo's house herself. She turned the doorknob but she saw scattered clothes entering Leo's house. There are also women's clothes that hurt her heart. She gagged when she saw Dianna laying on top of Leo. Dianna grinds on top of Leo, and Leo closes his eyes. Charity heard a loud growl that broke her heart even more. "L-Leo," Charity loudly called her boyfriend. Leo was surprised when he saw Charity watching them. Dianna had a creepy smile on her lips as if she was still proud of her even though she

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“This is my brother Marcel and Marcel this is the king of the nearest kingdom" Marcel extended his hand for a handshake and Charlie took it. This time he looked a little bit scared. I could see it in his eyes and smell it off him. It was funny. We continued talking and Charlie asked questions, especially about the revolt that had come up and the death of my father. “I heard you caught them all?" He asked. I nodded, “Oh yes I definitely did. They're here with me" I answered. He smiled, a wicked smile I could see it clearly on him. “Ahh, can I have an exclusive visit with them?” He asked, his eyes curious to my answer.

“You were always the smart one. Show me your brains.” “What are you wanting to hide?” I asked. Charlie gave a shout of laughter. “Told you. My sister is smart,” he crowed. The man gave Charlie a stiff smile, tired of his games. I was tired of his games, too. “I’m assuming guns, drugs, and people,” I said.

Don't get it wrong. Sometimes stereotypes were spot on correct and sometimes they weren't. This was again, another case in Brianna Samuels. She wasn't one of those bitches that everyone knew about because of stereotypes, that lived for gossip and brought people down just so they felt better about themselves. Okay, well Brianna did live for gossip, but mostly the harmless type of gossip and she definitely did not live to step on people. The type of gossip she lived for would basically be classified as petty theft in contrast to murder. Basically who dated who and who's hot and whatnot.