Charlie Dompler Novels & Stories

Between them, John was slipping a double dong: a double-ended dildo. "You're going to learn the sensations of sodomy, like that!" For Charlie it was quite different from what he had tested with the dildo on the wall, because there the movements could be the result of his or Anton's movements. But Charlie stopped when he heard the sound of the plane. "What's going on?" He asked "It's the plane that refuels us." 'A plane' Charlie thought, got up and went to look out the window, 'it's THE way out of here.'

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

“Can you tell me that one more time? And please include my name in the last part. I would love to hear you say it, Dom.” “You are my everything, Charlie Frost! I like you so much. No. No. No. Let me rephrase that.” I gulped another bottle of beer before I added. “I love you so much! Do you love me too?” Charlie bursts into laughter from the other end of the call. “You must certainly be drunk right now.” He replied. “Because the Dominick Roy de Guzman that I know of is a cold, heartless, and arrogant CEO.” “But do you love me? Please, answer me, you, dumbass!”

Lila and Sammy have been working for me since their mom died a few years back and have grown up in our world and know better then to do anything behind my back. “Heal” my little dove says as she passes Jinx-sun and pats his shoulder since she can’t reach his head. He growls lowly under his breath and rolls his eyes. “You too twiddle de and twiddle da” she pulls up a chair at the furthest end of the table and sits. “Play nice” I warn slightly amused at her never ending sarcasm. That’s one of the things I’ve most appreciated about my little dove. She’s quick on the draw when it comes to never backing down with her smart ass comments, names and come backs, but it’s also one of the things that d

"I was wrong. In your heart, there will only be Miss Daly." "What did you say?" An idea popped up in Charlie's mind. Although this idea was despicable, it was already in Charlie's mind at the moment. "Young master Charlie, what do you want me to say?" Duncan asked carefully and cautiously. "Who were those people who cooperated with him and who is Starbiz's, Leo Kyle? What kind of woman he'd never see before? An ordinary woman doesn't catch his eyes." Charlie tried to suppress some thoughts and added, "When you look for women, use the second daughter of the Daly family as a standard."

“Sorry to disappoint, but I know nothing.” When Charlie turned hopefully my way, I laughed and lifted my hands. “Don’t look at me, either. I’ve only been with one guy, and that ended in a disaster. I’m pretty sure I can only tell you what not to do.” “So, Pumpernickel’s no good at sex either, huh?” Charlie lamented sympathetically. “Figures.” She turned to her oldest sister. “How about you, Darce? How many guys have you been with?”

He was a man who had an intention - no beating around the bush and it was a breath of fresh air. I smirked. "I was yours the minute I laid my eyes on you. Name." I am a twenty two year old woman acting like a horny teenager. The strangers' lips tilted up in a small smile and he bit his lower lip, humour dancing around in his brown eyes. "Dominic." I picked up my clutch and placed a few notes underneath the empty glass. I stood up, raising to the same height as him even though he was still sitting. He was watching me intently as I walked behind him and leaned forward until my lips were just barely grazing his ear.

(on the back of his suit small engines deploy propelling him forward as he pulls a knife from his leg sleeve and goes diving in foot first) AAAHHHHH! Dantzler: (Immediately noticing the difference in the bullets open the palm of his left hand and began vibrating his hand back and forth using sheer speed, upon the bullet incoming he slides his hand underneath each individual bullet and catches them using friction to remove the heat and momentum) You gotta do bet- huh?! (Not realizing how quickly Charlie was moving in he gets kicked in the face as Charlie's slides across the ground on Dantzler's head.)

She shoved his hands away and walked around him to get to me. Damien rubbed the back of his neck, and while I normally thought it was a cute nervous tick, I was second-guessing if he was anxious for them to meet me or embarrassed to have brought a wolf back to his sleuth. "Hi, Olli!" I said, giving her a large smile and sticking my hand out for a shake, balancing the tray of honeycomb in my other arm. "I'm Charlie." There it was again, the subtle twitch of Damien's eye as I used my nickname after he had just started calling me Charlotte again. I wanted to smack myself in the forehead but refrained.

"Thanks for your concern. I’m doing well." Charlie’s lips curled into a smug grin. His son Trent had been left in a near-vegetative state after Alexander’s brutal beating, and Charlie had been waiting patiently—biding his time. Now, with news that Alexander’s memory was impaired, he saw his opening. A chance for revenge. "I heard you’ve gotten close to some little designer lately," he said, as if making idle conversation. Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly. "I’d like to invite her over for coffee," Charlie continued smoothly. "She must be something special to have you so obsessed. Makes a man curious. Tempted, even."