Charlie Prince Novels & Stories

“Charlie is like a close friend to me. 'To be honest, none of us had anything until the four of us joined forces. I've never seen a butt like Charlie's before; it is smooth as silk. Thus, he is unable to grow any hair on his body. We make fun of him for it. Charlie, on the other hand, has a good ear for music. As a musician, he is capable of playing both guitar and bass. Charlie despises the media and the paparazzi more than he despises fame itself. interviewed, he rarely speaks, loves to hide in hotel rooms, and keeps most of his life a secret, but around us, he is the loudest, most naked g. oops most of the time, and it's also the weirdest. In the end, it is not so important whether or not

Jonah was smirking at him. Charlie sighed silently. She was not going to give up. That was obvious. She was stubborn, impulsive, emotional…and it was Charlie’s job to make sure she remained alive. Those two things did not go together well. He adjusted in his seat. Sky’s arm stretched casually, and she peeked at him again. Charlie met her eyes this time. Her smile widened like he’d just walked into a trap. Wonderful. What was the princess planning? Charlie forced his attention back to the lesson, but the moment he picked up his pencil again, someone leaned forward from the row behind him. A sweet, airy voice brushed the back of his ear.

Charlie gushes after placing a peck on the 5-year old's left cheek. One can say the endearment is benefitting for the young boy. He could easily pass as those young kids that model kiddies shoes and underwear. His dirty blonde hair never seems to stay one place; always bouncing carelessly whenever he runs. His eyeballs always widen whenever he sees something spectacular. His grin... Breathtaking. "I'm not little! I'm a big prince! Like Ken!" Charles says... More like shouts. Charlie boops his nose with a smile of hers. Her heart soars when Charles giggles animatedly.

The voice that growled minx and commanded come. It’s him. My missing-in-action prince charming. The father of my son. Shit. Just like old times. I’m not dodging a bullet—I’m catching the same one I caught four years ago— straight in the chest. I was trapped.

"Just in time, Charlie!" Princess Charlotte looked stunning in a pale-yellow knee-length summer dress, her curls perfectly styled with only a small section from each side twisted and pinned back. The man behind her wore a pair of jeans with a black button-up shirt that didn't fit him quite right and appeared to be brand new by the creases in it. His shoulders were almost twice as wide as Charlotte's. His pitch-black hair matched his eyes. They were different than the vampire from the road. While the vampire's eyes were completely black, on Damien I could still see the whites of his eyes very clearly.

Taylor called, tickling her even, but Charlie only threw her arm up and hummed. “Charlie?” He snapped his fingers in front of her, but nothing! “Wow, she’s out like a medieval castle under a hundred-year sleeping spell.” “Someone get a prince!” Taylor turned his head in every direction. Then, he hissed, glancing at Charlie. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Why aren’t you lucky, Blondie. I’m the only prince around!” “Listen, I wasn’t going to cave this easily, but alas, a prince has responsibilities.” He gently cupped her chin, leaned in, and placed a dramatic peck on her lips. “There, there, fair maiden. You shall awaken from your cursed slumber... eventually.”

After hesitation, Charlie hoped that someone could stand out and answer him-—no! However, no one did answer him. David Pitt stood up and said, "Young master, this is our President Kyle. Is there a problem?" "Is, is he really Leo Kyle? The Leo Kyle who's in charge of Rovio Corporation Inc?" Charlie shook his head, hoping that David Pitt would deny it. For Charlie, this Kyle guy just happened to have Kyle as his family name and was working in Rovio Corporation Inc, but he definitely was not Leo Kyle of Rovio Corporation Inc.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.