Charlie Heaton Son Novels & Stories

As though the word required careful handling. "He is four years old," I said. "He is healthy and extraordinarily intelligent and he takes apart small appliances to understand how they work." I held Charlie's gaze and kept my voice level and precise. "And he does not know who his father is. He is happy. He has a full and rich life and he is loved completely. Do not mistake his happiness for an opening." Charlie was very still. The stillness of a man absorbing something that is changing the internal landscape as it lands, rearranging things that cannot be put back where they were.

No one else made a sound. “Bella…” I was just about to tell her when a phone rang. John answered. He listened, then put the call on speaker. “It’s Father. He wants to know how you’re doing.” John set the phone on the bedside table. “Father? He… he found you? And he has a son?” Ron looked from Bella to John, then at the phone. “I found him by accident. Yes, this is John. Charlie’s son. I was going to tell you, and then all of this happened.”

“And just so you know, I absolutely know she didn’t do it.” Charlie gave Eric a thumbs-up, and Eric nodded to him. Well, at least there were a few of the guys behind him—and poor Charlene. He needed to get a hold of Matthew. He didn’t want him to hear about it on the news. He went back to the Bronco, and pulled out of the lot before any media might catch on and try to hassle him. He pulled over on a side street to call his son. “Yeah, Dad, I know.”

"What - what is the meaning of this?" "Charlene," Jeremy called, his face turning a shade darker with each second that last. "This man is an imposter! Do not believe anything he says!" "Unfortunately for you, Jeremy, we already performed the necessary DNA testing to prove that he is Paul Strauss," Charlene revealed. "He isn't an imposter. He has proven to be Pete's son and Charlotte's father." "He did not die like you hoped you would after leaving him to bleed on the road," Charlene said. "He is very much alive!"

Arthur protested peacefully and Owen's grin never faded off. "If you say so." TWO DAYS LATER. CITY B AUTHOR'S POV. "Erin Charlton? CEO of Charlton's sunset lodge? Did you find out anything about her family?" Jayden inquired of Theodore, who was behind the wheel. "No sir. It was clean. She has a son but, no information about him. I think he was registered on a confidential note." Theodore explained. Jayden crinkled his face. "An unregistered child?" He thought to himself.

, said Charlie. "I know this is going to hurt him alot but I prefer that he is able to live happily than die with me", I told her. "Did he threaten to kill you too?", asked Charlie. "No. But he made it known that he is going to punish Dane for my mistake. It won't matter that Dane is his son", said I. "Say what?", asked Charlie shocked. "It is True he is Enzo's illegitimate child", said I. "What the fuck? The drama never ends", said Charlie.

Sitting in his black Bentley and holding the steering wheel with one hand, Charlie pulled out his cellphone and called the doctor again. "Hello, Dr. Weirwood, are you in the hospital? Yeah, I need a pediatrician. My son's got a cold. Please go and check on him. Yeah, his name's Eaton Livingston. He's on the third floor…"

“So my father has an Erasthai who is even younger than me? Extraordinary." Charlie laughed with satisfaction. "I do not know ... fate seemed to do both good and cruel things to me." Said Chalie smiling wryly. I let go of my hug and went back to sit next to Blaze. “You guys are very tired… you better rest. I'm waiting for dinner. " Charlie said smiling broadly at me. "Especially you Laila. I thank you… you accepted my son, I know he is very annoying… but he is the only son of mine who is sane. ” Charlie laughed.

After that, Charlie politely bid him farewell and walked away. James watched as Charlie got into his car. After a while, he bitterly chuckled. “He’s more formidable than Denny.” His thoughts drifted to his old friend’s accomplished son. He thought of his four children. His family was harmonious, and his children loved each other deeply. Yet, his son was dead, and his daughter had never made it into this world. The only daughter he had left was mentally challenged, leaving him to pin his hopes on his nephew... He sat down on a nearby stone bench, suddenly feeling old.