Charlie Pace Novels & Stories

The footage was clearer now—June 12th, 3:17 AM, the winding halls of Luca’s Beverly Hills estate after some industry award party. On-screen, Luca was seen arguing with a dark, 8-foot-tall man. Then a fast forward, Luca stumbling slightly, his dress shirt rumpled, untucked, his cheeks flushed. He leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing at his left ankle—already swollen, already bruised. Then **Charlie** appeared. Tall, tousled dark brown hair, charming blue eyes, perfectly broad shoulders, handsome and charming, the kind of effortless beauty that came from old money and good genes. He caught Luca’s wrist, pulling him close.

Charlie immediately plops down into a chair, totally oblivious to the leaking blood bank on the other side of Grace. “If I recall you seem to be in better shape than the last time he sunk his fangs in you,” Grace jokes. “What I’m willing to do to keep my heart beating,” Charlie replies, matching Grace’s joking tone. Just as I am about to offer for us to leave, Paige runs up to Charlie. “I requested a song and I want you to join us on the dance floor.” Her blonde hair whips as she sways her head. If I could vomit, I would. This Paige is the complete opposite as my Charlie and I don’t want any aspect of her rubbing off on Charlie or worse yet…tainting her. She’s insecure and desperate as she f

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

“Look, we just need to hit the tables one more time. We win big, we flip this. Double, triple—hell, maybe a hundred times over!” Zachary slowly stood upright, towering over him, voice low and unimpressed. “That little stack won’t even get you through the door.” The light in Charlie’s eyes dimmed instantly. His head drooped. Shoulders slumped. His hands, still dangling at his sides, trembled slightly. Zachary turned as if to leave. “If you’ve got nothing else, get lost. I can’t help you this time.” Charlie panicked and lunged forward on his knees, grabbing onto Zachary’s pant leg like a drowning man. His voice cracked, on the edge of tears. “Please, bro! Just give me a little time—I’ll find m

"Tell me more." "Of course." Charlie leaned even more forward, his eyes locked with Lucas's eyes as he enunciated each word. "You deserve to be lonely for as long as you live and you know why." "Amazing," Lucas muttered flatly. Charlie continued. "....just watch how she dumps your ass the moment she finds out her super-hero-darling fiancé had a chronic PTSD that makes him behave like a mad man." Lucas's face fell in that instant. Charlie leaned back in satisfaction. He had struck a nerve—that was certain.

Realizing that the best course of action was to make himself scarce, he turned around and prepared to get into his car. "Don't forget to drop by Gilded Ages when you get the chance, Mr. Wesker. We've also prepared plenty of new toys for your son." "Alright. I will," Charlie said while continuing to converse with me, not even bothering to spare Terence a single glance. Terence silently pulled open his car door as he watched a few other rich patrons join my conversation with Charlie. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Belle Bates, an up-and-coming internet celebrity.

"You no longer have interest in anyone. You always fished boys easily. Why? You want to love a girl?" "Dickson happened. That peach scent at the Playhouse happened. He just doesn't frequent there, so there's no need going. And Charlie's a rival. That mate mark was a mistake and will end with time." Paul didn't say another word. He played his game quietly, and I knew the discussion had ended. I spared a glance at my watch. It was 9:15 p.m. I took my bike keys and dashed out of the house. "I got you…" Charlie's voice creaked through the dark room of the penthouse excitedly

"I don't get it her new plan is to make you look like a chump?" Pascal asked, as he took a sip of his drink. He met up with his best friend in one of the VIP clubs in the city. For some reason, his drink was not the only thing he was struggling to swallow at the moment. "Look man after what I did the night before I am relieved that she didn't even leave altogether and tear the contracts apart," Charlie said to his friend looking at his glass of whiskey as he he tipped it in his class.

The 2 were waiting for Charlie at one of the restaurants that Grey own where they could meet without the eyes of Damian observing them. Charlie, who had no idea about what’s going to happen, enters the expensive restaurant in awe, hoping that the ‘individuals’ who wanted to meet him were going to hire him. Charlie grew up in a poor household with 2 younger siblings. He was left to take care of them at a young age after his parents had both died after killing themselves. Damian was kind enough to hire Charlie even though he had no college degree and that action was enough to swear his life to Damian. But even though Charlie’s salary was already enough, he was hoping to do a part-time job to s

Kevin did not move at all when Charlie shook his fist at him. He remained calm. Before Charlie's fist could touch Kevin, Nick blocked him and held Charlie's fist tightly. With a little force, Charlie's bones almost cracked. "Let go, what the hell do you want to do?" Charlie felt that his bones were about to crack, and he was burning with rage. He roared, "Kevin, do you want to die? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you are a first-class person like Leo Kyle? Believe it or not, I will make you disappear from this world forever."