Charlie Morningstar Fanart Novels & Stories

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

“Love isn’t a part of your story? Bullshit. I remember when you had a big-ass crush on Anna. Maybe I should-“ “What time?” A wide grin appeared on Charlie’s face. —— A starry night was painted across the sky as Tamashi and Charlie stood outside the diner. “Are you sure that this is a good place to take a date?” “Hell yeah! Your path to a girl’s heart starts with burgers and milkshakes.” ‘Or maybe you’re just being cheap.’ It then dawned on Tamashi that it might be necessary for Charlie to cheap out, considering how frequently he goes on dates. Tamashi scans the block, watching to see if a date was actually going to appear.

"But this gives me an idea. When I'm in charge, I'm going to make some changes. This... this puts us to shame." "Soon," Kincaid said, his voice a smooth, manipulative purr. "Work with us, Charlie, and you'll have the resources to make Smith Royale whatever you want it to be. You'll have everything." Charlie's gaze continued to roam, and he spotted the Primus Corporation logo etched in silver on a far marble wall. He admired its clean, powerful lines, a symbol of everything he craved. Then his eyes drifted to the side, where a massive, old-fashioned oil portrait hung in a place of honor a sharp contrast with the lobby's modern aesthetic.

Vesta was unconcerned as she watched the event play out. Granger only softened his stance against Charlene in order to keep positive ties with PrimeStar. Moran had the same ideas as Vesta. This was the third time Jacques had seen Charlene. "So, that lady is Granger's girlfriend, huh?" he said nonchalantly. "Whoa," Moran said, nearly choking on his coffee. "Which girlfriend? They don't even exist. Don't make snap judgments. Jacques didn't know anything about the dynamics because he had just arrived in Starfall. Moran and Vesta merely assumed that Jacques believed Charlene would complement Granger due to her outstanding appearance.

Charlie, one of Azazel’s bartenders, gives me a welcoming smile. Charlie is a gorgeous blonde with cornflower blue eyes, a small button nose, pouty lips, and legs that never end. However, that’s not the most poignant part of her. Her large, enhanced breasts definitely take center stage. She has expressed an interest in me before, but I could never reciprocate. I guess my beauty queen is the only girl that I want. Charlie leans across the bar, emphasizing her large cleavage, which is being held together by a tight red string cropped halter top. “Hey handsome, what brings you by?”

Marc’s lips twisted into an evil sneer. “Get my father’s favourite bag.” Marc’s eyes flashed in the low flickering light, Charlie stilled “Ar-are you s-sure my King?” he whispered, a tiny slither of concern coming from the other male. Marc nodded slowly, turning his attention back to the male in the cell before him. Charlie stumbled from view, coming back a minute later with a black duffle bag.

Larissa’s asked with a bit of exhaustion in her voice. Charlie looked up slowly as her eyes changed back to normal before she turned back at her mother with a sad smile as she held up the picture. “I went out for a run; I needed to clear my head for a while.” Charlie said as she pointed at the picture. “It’s been a really longtime but I miss them.” She said as Larissa came closer. “I guess so.” Larissa said as she stretched her hand for the picture. Charlie handed it to her as Larissa walked to the wall to hang it up.

NASTY GREEN STUFF Roughly a week later, another man dropped by Charlie's apartment. She could swear that after her break-up with Mario, she became a guy-magnet. The guy at the door identified himself as Tristan. Tristan Denvard, Blurin's psychologist. Charlie was stunned when she saw him. Though she wouldn't admit, he looks so much like a piece of garnished bacon. His brown hair was slicked back in a professional fashion and he wore a casual outfit. His eyes were small and calculating and his smile was necessary and clipped.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

"You said they left!" "They came back," Timothy says reasonably. I'm not listening to them anymore because my eyes are on the walls. Every inch of cream wall in this room within Charlie's height is covered in paint, markers, and crayons. Purple sun, orange clouds, green trees with blue trunks, a yellow dog—is that even a dog?—with six legs, a house with windows that look like eyes. All these while his drawing station in the corner is completely untouched. "Charlie. Come on."