Charlie Gillespie 2023 Novels & Stories

"I love my job. I love traveling." I couldn't help the smile that escaped my lips. I, of all people, knew how passionate Charlie was about his job. "Oh. What's your favorite place you've been to?" Gideon continued to probe. I couldn't help but feel amused at the bastard's expression. I was sure Charlie also felt the same way. "The Philippines," Charlie answered after sipping from his wine. "And I'll be going back there next week." I looked at Charlie. He's leaving? "You're leaving?" Gideon asked.

“I guess I am out of words, for now.” “You enjoying yourself?” “I am. I have never been to any after game celebration before.” “That seems hard to believe.” “Well, I am not very interested in contact sports. This is the first live game I’ve witnessed.” “For real?” Charlie nodded as Spencer smiled in amusement. “You should watch more of our games.” “I think I will.” “My name’s Spencer by the way.” “Charlie.” They held each other’s hands for a shake. To her, he looked cooler and more collected than the first time they met.

"I have to get back there and who knows how long it would take for me to settle it." "You can go. I'll drive her back home," Grayson said with a calm voice. Charlie shook his hand, thanking him several times before rushing out of the club. He got to the parking lot and immediately drove away. "I have no idea what you're planning, Hestia, but I hope you won't mess up," Charlie muttered to himself after letting out a heavy sigh. "I should consider becoming an actor. I think I am also good at that."

“I missed you so much. Perfect timing—we’re having roast beef!” Charlie’s eyes lit up. Who doesn’t want roast beef? “Yum! I’m already hungry.” “You’re always hungry!” they all said in unison, including Adrian. “You all make it sound like I have stomach worms,” Charlie grumbled while the rest of the family laughed. Adrian and Riley asked about school. Charlie assured them she was doing well and excelling. She shared her plans to pursue a master’s degree in Halliport. “So, I guess I’ll be home for good in just a few months!”

And please continue to live your lives with passion and love. Love and tickles, Papa Charlie. Both girls were teary-eyed when Essence said, "You know that Papa Charlie will always be with us." "I do know," Sheila agreed solemnly. "No, I mean literally." "What do you mean?" "Sheila..." she said, and took a deep breath, "...I'm pregnant." EPILOGUE 2 Charlie's funeral was held at an ornate olde gazebo perched atop a cliff high above the Atlantic Ocean. The officiant's opening remarks included the following words:

Charlie reluctantly admits and I kind of like the way it sounds, being called his girlfriend, even if it is fake. “Then why keep it a secret from me? I'm not going to tell anyone at More,” Gwen asks, sounding a little insulted. Charlie had mentioned that he considers Gwen to be his best friend, if she's anything like my two best friends, she would feel hurt that he couldn't trust her with his secret. “Josh is my ex-boyfriend,” I admit and Gwen’s eyes go wide. “Josh Cutless, as in our cousin?” Gwen asks, looking shocked. “Yes,” Charlie confirms, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Which is also why we need to keep this to ourselves.”

"I'm not thinking about his death, but about his bribes!" Hailee looked deeply into Charlie's eyes, "Do you think he is that kind of person? You've been dealing with him for so long. You know him very well, don't you?" On second thought, Charlie said, "Some things cannot be concluded by guesswork. I don't know the truth, so I can't judge casually. But I believe he's not that kind of person." "Thanks a lot, even if you're probably just saying that to make me feel better. Uh… Have you been happy these years?"

“And we were just walking on the beach when this happened. Plenty of witnesses around to prove it. Now, onto the reason why I am here. Do you remember John Myles?” “I always hated that cocksucker,” Charlie says, nodding and looking down at the small pad of paper in his hands. “What about him?” Devin gestures his hand toward me, his smile a telling sign of his excitement that he is trying to hide. “This is my girlfriend, Cassie.”

“Mister, we’ve picked up Mr. Jackson. We’re on our way back.” By 4 a.m., dawn was breaking. The cars pulled into Vanclyn. Kyle was “escorted” into a hotel suite. Charlie sat on the sofa, a laptop resting on his knees. “I stayed up all night because of you,” he said, still typing, not even lifting his head. Kyle sneered. “Oh? Then you must really care about me.” Charlie closed the laptop. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and set them aside. Looking up, his gaze was cool, like he was staring at a hopeless fool. “Kyle, I thought you wanted to be my ally. But now, you look more like a spy sent by the enemy.”

Charlie looked at the content of the long text message, then he looked up at Julie and Kyle with an amused smile and asked, “I have some interesting information here, do you want to hear it?” Julie frowned and asked, “What information?” Charlie uttered loudly, “Julie Downs, 26 years old, graduated from Aurous University.”