Charlie Morningstar Novels & Stories

Charlie I tell myself encouraging and positive thoughts to help me get through my day. Nothing but relaxation and relief flow through me as I recline in my office chair with a coffee mug in hand. The silence of the empty office building adds to my comfort, although it doesn’t last forever. “Good morning, Charlie,” Morgan sings as she pokes her head into my office. “Must you say that every morning?” I say, annoyed. “It is morning and your name is Charlie,” Morgan retorts.

Miserable, one word that I can use to describe my daily life. I've been living with my adoptive parents since I was 5 years old. Now that I am 22 years old, I'm still working my ass out to pay for my cost of living since we can't earn from my power. I am a charmer, and I give luck.

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.

As her round eyes darted around, she cuddled into Sophie's arms and cooed, "Mommy, there's a new cartoon that's really good lately." "My little pumpkin, Mommy will watch it with you, alright?" Understanding her daughter's implicit request, Sophie turned on the TV. Coincidentally, when the TV turned on, it happened to be on an entertainment channel, and the bold headline immediately furrowed her brows. "The aspiring star Charlie Nielson's previous management contract has expired, and numerous agencies have been vying to sign him. Until now, reliable news has been scarce. However, Charlie himself publicly announced his signing with Paramount Inc. and pledged to donate all his signing bonuses t

A few days later. “Damn it... my money... they’re all out to screw me.” Charlie slumped against the alley wall, chugging cheap beer straight from the bottle. He pointed to the sky, his voice hoarse and full of rage. “One day, I’m gonna rise again—and when I do, you’ll all be on your knees, begging to lick my boots.” He broke into a sloppy laugh, spit flying, drool sliding down his chin. He looked more like a man lost in a fever dream than someone plotting a comeback.

she sighed. "So, Ms. Morningstar, do you want to drink from my Chalice?" he asked. "You don't even know my name." "Tell me your name then," she demanded. The young man stopped before her, looking deep into her eyes. "You can call me Kage." "DKage," she repeated. He nodded before pouring the last of the liquid into his mouth. "Hey, I thought you-"

“I thought you - haha - did not know Maxwell?” Dawn fell silent. After a second, she said, “Um. Charlie, I need to buy some meds for my mom. I gotta go. Bye.” Charlie’s mouth fell on the floor. She could not believe her friend! After lending her money, Dawn would not even share more juicy details. “Jeez. She could at least give me something - anything!” “I swear,” Charlie declared. “When I get back to Luxford, I’m going to get to the bottom of things.”

As far as he was concerned, the spotlight was big enough to lie in. Charlie stepped forward with a smirk that screamed arrogance, adjusting his expensive cufflinks like he’d personally convinced Sterling’s CEO. “Well, Senator… let’s just say we know the right people. Good connections, perfect timing, a little charm.” He winked like he was sharing some big secret. “Sterling Enterprises saw something in us that most folks missed.”

The morning sun had barely pierced the heavy fog rolling off the Hudson when the quiet of Charlie Vane’s study was shattered by the sharp, metallic ping of a high-priority financial alert. Charlie, who had spent the last several hours staring blankly at fluctuating market tickers, grabbed his phone with a muttered curse.

Everyone was reading about it with their morning coffee. Her phone rang, it was Malcolm. "Charlie ... where are you?" his voice sounded concerned. "I'm at The Deuce ... having breakfast ... is there something wrong?" "Do they have a TV?" Charlie looked at the counter and saw a TV hung above it, "Yeah ... why?" "You need to watch the news ... right now," he commanded. Charlie walked into the diner with her phone still on her ear, she beckoned Tommy and Jeremy to follow. "Could you turn on the news please?" she asked the server.