Charlie Place Novels & Stories

“Well, Jake Michaels, welcome back to the grind. Rug up. It’s gonna be a cold one.” They exited the M1 and rolled into a leafy Cremorne street. The Toyota nosed to a stop before a two-storey house behind a low brick wall—terracotta roof, whitewashed walls, the quiet wealth of a place bought when the market was low and life was young. “Right here?” Charlie asked. “Yeah. Thanks.” The boot popped. Charlie heaved the duffels out with a grunt. “Your place?” “No. My parents’.”

It was Charlie. "Hi, boss," he answered. "What's up?" "I'll tell you what's up. My star is MIA," Charlie grouched. "She's not missing, you know exactly where she is, old man," Luke chuckled. "She'll be back in the fold by this time tomorrow. So where's our next show?" "Argentina," Charlie replied. "Be sure to get the interesting bits. Not that stupid steakhouse shit!" "Will do, boss," Luke said. "I'll upload the raw from here in Saba as soon as we hang up."

And please continue to live your lives with passion and love. Love and tickles, Papa Charlie. Both girls were teary-eyed when Essence said, "You know that Papa Charlie will always be with us." "I do know," Sheila agreed solemnly. "No, I mean literally." "What do you mean?" "Sheila..." she said, and took a deep breath, "...I'm pregnant." EPILOGUE 2 Charlie's funeral was held at an ornate olde gazebo perched atop a cliff high above the Atlantic Ocean. The officiant's opening remarks included the following words:

Cambridge Though it was still rather hot outside for a late September day, Charlie didn’t mind the temperature so much as long as they sat in the shade. Visiting the park in the spring or late fall was always more appealing—even the winter was generally better than the summer—but this was the best place for him to meet Stella without anyone of consequence taking note, so he waited on their park bench for her now, his thoughts darting back between the conversation he’d recently had with his father and the letter he’d sent to Mary Margaret a few weeks ago.

Charlie’s club was located out in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, a little distance away from Rockedge. It was a shifters-only club, and most of the people who frequented it were solo, packless, clanless shifters. It was a cool place, done up in aquamarine blue, moss green, and white, the interiors reminding Aaron of a water body. Considering Charlie was a ‘gator shifter, the decor was on point. The large space had a dance floor in the center, and tables along the walls. On a raised plinth at the top of the room was a gleaming wooden bar that Charlie almost always manned. Aaron often visited Charlie’s whenever he was in need of companionship. More often than not, he regretted coming ou

Daniel was seated in the president's office, reviewing files and signing them. Suddenly, the door opened, and his assistant walked in. "President Daniel, I have an update on the whereabouts of Charlie Sr.," his assistant said, reminding him of the task he had assigned the previous day. Daniel paused his work and paid close attention to what his assistant had to say. "Go ahead," he replied. "He is at the Shanty in the Eastern part of the City," the assistant reported.

"We´re on our way. How long before you can get there? Is that with back-up? Right!" He clicks off. "Come on. We´re going. We know where they were taken, and it´s not far away. Can you believe it? We´re almost on top of them. It´s an old abandoned farm. I´ll tell you on the way." CHARLOTTE I try to alternate between sitting and resting, and standing and walking about. When my opportunity comes, I need to be able to go. Beth doesn´t look so good. She´s not handling this well. Will I be able to take her with me again? I´m not sure. How can I judge, when I have no idea where we are, and what I will find outside?

"It's impossible! This is a lie! Eve, you're punishing me, aren't you? I was wrong, I truly was wrong!" At that moment, the large screen in the banquet hall went black. Then, Charlie's voice echoed through the hall, his conversation with his shady friends playing on a loop. "I'm only lying to her this once. Let me have my fun at The Velvet Bite a little longer, and then I'll marry her." "Get me some more wild ones! Three a day!"

I just have to act dumb and it’ll work out in my favor. I remind myself not to show resentment or anything that might suggest that I know exactly what Evan is up to. I take an Uber to Chester Road. To my surprise, the address is that of a casino and not a residence. For some reason, I’m not surprised that this is where Charlie can be found. Thinking back to it now, he did have a gangster energy to him.

Charlie replied, maddeningly calm. She scoffed. “Absolutely not. You do not get to third-wheel my laser tag date like some overgrown chaperone.” “It’s a public place,” he said. “Crowded. Dark. Lots of corners.” “It’s laser tag,” she shot back. “Not a hostage situation.” He crossed his arms. “Fog. Strobe lights. Elevated platforms.” “You sound like the brochure,” she snapped. “Charlie, you cannot come. It’s weird.” “It’s my job,” he reminded her as if she were a child.