Charlie Morningstar X Male Reader Novels & Stories

“My GOD El’s! That has to be illegal!” “Rich father. Powerful supernatural backers—as I’m coming to find out with the latter...I was told today during a surprise visit that I now have a fiancé and said fiancé put me under a compulsion, bit me, and drank my blood, so yeah.” Might as well lay it all out there. “DAMNIT!” Charlie marched over to my desk, pulling the drawers open and pulling out a raspberry chocolate bar that she angrily took a bite out of. “That’s so messed up.”

] Chester: [Maybe you’ll already be married when I return. “...” Chester: [I saw your scandal with Josh, and I’ve met him before. He’s an excellent boy, handsome, and a first-class athlete too. He’s a good match for you.] Charity: [You worry too much. The news is fake.] Chester: [You’re such a nice person. You can slowly consider suitable guys. You shouldn’t be alone. I’ll feel guilty and sorry.] Charity could no longer ignore the weird feeling in her chest. [Are you Chester? It’s not another person messaging me, right?]

Charlene stayed in the bedroom and read a book while she waited for him because she knew she was not allowed in his study. When Thorne returned to the room, it was getting close to one in the morning. Charlene put down her book and turned to face him as she saw him come back. "Something on your mind?" Thorne asked calmly, observing her stare. "I heard there's a charity auction at Zenith Core in a couple of days—" was Charlene's direct statement. Thorne removed his tie with ease, looked at her, and asked, "You want an invite to the auction?"

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

I didn't say it condescendingly or angrily, but I was firm and assertive. "If you say so," she snickered, "Let me just give you a word of advice, darling. Try not to get attached to him. He's not the romantic type. Malcolm's all business, which is why after he fucks you tonight, you'll probably never hear from him ever again." "Is that what he did to you?" I asked her with a raised brow. She smiled at me after she heard my question, almost like she was impressed by my wit. "You're a feisty one! Yep, he's gonna have a field day with you. Enjoy the rest of the party, Cherilyn," Margaret said before swaying her ass away from my vicinity.

I had been chatting with this guy named Tyler online for a couple weeks. He was twenty seven, built like a rugby player with wide shoulders and a thick chest, and he sent me pictures that made my cock twitch every time. We talked about meeting up for some fun but he kept mentioning his roommate Marcus. Marcus was the same age, tall and lean with smooth dark skin and a cock that looked huge even in the photos Tyler sent. They had played together before and Tyler kept saying how good it would feel to have both of them on me at once. I was nervous but so turned on I finally said yes.

Freya asked. “I guess you could say he’s like the genetically superior love child of a K-Drama actor and that hot werewolf in the Twilight Saga. He is mysterious, beautiful, and probably capable of making you question your entire existence with just one smirk,” Charlie described. “His jawline? A weapon of mass destruction. His eyes? They are so intense. And his abs? Let’s just say, if Michelangelo were alive, he’d be taking notes - Ah!” Charlie covered her mouth, shocked by what she had said. “Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.”

Freya asked. “I guess you could say he’s like the genetically superior love child of a K-Drama actor and that hot werewolf in the Twilight Saga. He is mysterious, beautiful, and probably capable of making you question your entire existence with just one smirk,” Charlie described. “His jawline? A weapon of mass destruction. His eyes? They are so intense. And his abs? Let’s just say, if Michelangelo were alive, he’d be taking notes - Ah!” Charlie covered her mouth, shocked by what she had said. “Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.”

Me: “Enough of that nonsense. You already knew Dad hated me. Or should I say, he loathed our kind.” Charlie: “What’s our kind exactly, huh, brother-in-law? As far as I can remember, I was born with werewolf blood in my veins. I’m an alpha. How about you? Are you, my mate?” Me: “Then I must have been a vampire king in my previous life. And I suck your dick… I mean your blood until nothing is left in your body.” Charlie sent me a few heart emojis. My screen almost exploded from those hearts. Gladly, I moved to the corner and positioned my cell phone well.

“I am disgusting? How am I disgusting to you? I might not have what women have, but I have everything that women do not. Don’t you want to try?” What were those embarrassed and disgusted looks on his face about? Charlie did that deliberately. The more Mark found him disgusting, the more excited he would be and tried to push his luck. He lay on the conference table with his legs crossed in a charming and sultry posture. “Look at my body and face. Aren’t they great? Don’t you want me?” “I think you may find yourself a second job as a hustler. By the way, are you sure you don’t need me to call Grace to come over?”