Charlie From The Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

Charlie tucks himself against Jimmy's side as he eyes the large Alpha standing next to Harris. Atticus offers a soft smile but that only causes Charlie to try to disappear against Jimmy, getting his mate's attention and Harris'. “Oh, I'm sorry! This is my mate Atticus. Atticus, this is Jimmy and his mate Charlie.” Harris said, giving Charlie a reassuring smile as he wrapped his arm around Atticus. Charlie peeked at Atticus when he heard it was Harris's mate. He saw how they both had their arms around each other and he slowly relaxed. “So you're the dragon we've heard about, huh?” Jimmy said as he stepped forward and reached his hand out.

Determination settled on his face. Charlie was in his fifties, perpetually tired, and had the emotional range of a man who had seen too much and cared too little. He marched straight toward Derek’s booth. “Oh no,” I whispered. “Oh yes,” Mia whispered back, grinning and settling in for the show. Charlie stopped in front of Derek and cleared his throat. Nothing. I nearly choked. “I’m Charlie. I run this place.” Mia actually did choke — on a laugh. Derek finally looked up, most likely because he heard us. “Derek Blackwell,” he said, taking pity on our manager.

Max’s POV Charlie kept ahold of my hand as we moved through the woods, Kiwi dangled hopelessly from my shoulder, still muttering the same things over and over. The news of Damon being alive had really screwed her over. As we walked Charlie shows me how good she has got at aiming with her balls of red mist, she also explains that some are just powerful enough to stun a person, others could take them down. She also talks about how she can teleport better and has more control over it.

“Tonight’s little drama was ridiculous. Letting an amateur carry a missile into the village? What is this—she ran out of real killers and had to improvise?” Charlie cracked the window, unable to stand the smoke. Cool rain-washed air rushed in. He leaned against the frame, speaking evenly. “I had a Canadian friend who loved hunting. Once, he swore he’d bag the biggest boar in the forest. But the beast was cunning, hard to catch, even when injured. While chasing it, he spotted a little white rabbit and switched targets. It seemed he’d given up on the boar, but in truth, he never strayed far from the range where he could still shoot it. The rabbit was just a distraction. In the end... both the

"And as I said before, you can do whatever you want. Next time, just inform me. You don't have to ask for my permission." "Oh?" Jacquesnodded. Yeah, he said that. And it seems like he means it. "I want to help Shaun and his sister, Joel..." she looked at him, pitifully. She never asks for help even if she is suffering, but she can for others easily it seems. What an impressive woman. "Charlie was from the Flying Snakes gang. Did you know?" Jeremy asked and Jacques Shook her head. "He was just like Shaun too... He wanted out, but he had no way out. I fought for him and got him out. Don't think Charlie is against it. He probably was thinking of his past... So, don't worry. We can help Shaun to

Dean muttered from behind me. Something flashed in Charlie's eyes, making him grab me fastly yet gently from my place with my wrist. Dean greeted him with a nod, "Charlie." "Bean," Charlie muttered silently. Well, hello to you too! "We're outside the Underground Choco." Chocolate is Charlie's fighter name. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, get it? He crossed his arms, "It's Dean." "And I'm Vanchel." I butted in, pulling myself away from Charlie. "Vanch-"