Charlie Chop Off Novels & Stories

Adam appears next to me and we both stare at what was happening to Charlie when her head falls back and she opens her mouth letting out that ear bursting screech. Adam drops to the ground immediately, his hands covering his ear and blood trickles out his nose but the noise does nothing to me, stepping forward, I pull a small pocket knife from my belt and slice through the red mist and grab Charlie by the ankle before the red mist has a chance to re-join. The red mist disappears almost immediately, her body falling against mine as blood leaks from her nose and inner eyes

I started to laugh now. “Hey, Wolf. Cut off a finger now. Make a choice but cut it off and show it to the camera!” I exclaimed. Wolf nodded and I watched him do this through the screen. I could see Charlotte’s astonished face. Wolf was ready and he was about to cut it off.

They would all melt into the soup, adding to the broth’s flavor. Taylor thought Charlie’s chopping skills were amusing, but what happened next was definitely not. “Ahh! Babe? You cut my hand!” Taylor grumbled before putting pressure on the cut. “Oops. I’m sorry, Babe. The onions were making me cry. I only looked away for two seconds,” Charlie said before checking his hand. “That’s okay, Babe. You can cut my hand anytime, stab me, or punch me. It’s just physical pain, just don’t break my heart—whoa! Gotta add that to my joke list—ouch!” Taylor flinched as Charlie punched him in the arm.

They would all melt into the soup, adding to the broth’s flavor. Taylor thought Charlie’s chopping skills were amusing, but what happened next was definitely not. “Ahh! Babe? You cut my hand!” Taylor grumbled before putting pressure on the cut. “Oops. I’m sorry, Babe. The onions were making me cry. I only looked away for two seconds,” Charlie said before checking his hand. “That’s okay, Babe. You can cut my hand anytime, stab me, or punch me. It’s just physical pain, just don’t break my heart—whoa! Gotta add that to my joke list—ouch!” Taylor flinched as Charlie punched him in the arm.

I wipe the blood from my lips, watching him. When you're smaller than most of your opponents, you have to learn how to fight dirty. "Fucking beautiful!" I look up to meet eyes with Charlie then. He's smiling like a proud mother, clapping his hands as he approaches Mark. "And you." He leans down next to Mark, who is still trying to stop the blood leaking from his chewed apart ear with his hand. "Are a failure. Again." I yelp and throw my hands over my mouth when Charlie suddenly grabs Mark by the sides of the head and roughly snaps his neck.

The man on the table bellowed. “NO!” he screamed. Vinnie’s knife flashed and blood spurted from her ear. She shrieked and leaned forward, fainted. I started. “He just cut off her earlobe,” Charlie said, soothingly, looking at my hands. I looked down to see that my knuckles were white from clenching so hard and that I had been digging my fingers into my palms, drawing blood. I slowly relaxed my hands, pulling my nails out of my hand.

"I'm sorry, Sir Charlie Sr, but I must disobey you on this matter." Charlie Sr was seething with rage as he launched himself at the Chief Security Officer, throwing a series of wild punches. But the officer skillfully dodged each one, leaving Charlie Sr in a disadvantageous position. However, Charlie Sr quickly seized an opening and sent a hard kick towards the officer's abdomen, causing him to bounce backwards. With the officer momentarily stunned, Charlie Sr made a run for the door and stepped out of the house. As he emerged, he was confronted by several armed men who had their guns trained on him. The Captain of the team stepped forward and delivered a cold message.

Alexander’s POV Charlie was covered in cuts, bruises and swellings. I’m certain she had broke something. I was willing to kill her father on the spot but hearing Charlie’s cries made me stop, my wolf just wanted to attend to her needs. Instead I threatened him, it was obvious he knew I was a wolf as he screwed his nose up at me, sniffing me, he knew I did not mean a lawyer.

This was the monster I had unleashed. On screen, Vincent raised his gun. I saw his finger tremble on the trigger. His knuckles were white. For a heartbeat, I thought he would do it. Pull the trigger. Rid me of this dangerous, calculating weapon. But Carlo, his voice a distant murmur through the audio, stopped him. "Boss, the Morettis. This is a declaration of war. We need to regroup. He's not worth the bullet." Vincent lowered the gun. The rage in his eyes was replaced by a chilling emptiness. "Make him disappear." His voice was flat. "Somewhere he can never hold a scalpel again. Somewhere deep and dark. Let him rot."

Charlie was sitting on his bed and staring at the bandage on his forehead through his reflection on a mirror, before declaring bravely, "It's not painful! I didn't have my knife just now, or I would have beaten them all!" Chris and Chloe stayed close to him and cheered him on. Seeing how energetic Charlie seemed, Anthony knew that he was going to be fine. "Papa!" Chris and Chloe spotted Anthony and called out in unison. Anthony walked over to the bed and noticed that Charlie was batting his eyes dazedly at him. "What's wrong? Don't you recognize me?" Anthony looked at him gently. "I...I recognize...you." Charlie felt the sudden urge to cry, but managed to hold back his tears with a sniffle.