Charlie Scene Novels & Stories

However, after a minute of studying her face, impossible, a small evil smile lifted one corner of his mouth and, still without saying a single word, he ran his fingers through her hair, arranging them in a ponytail held only by her fist, in a silent order for her to continue. Heart pounding, Charlie had no qualms about starting to pull his pants off, undoing the button and unzipping with anxious hands, until she managed to pull the fabric of his pants and underwear down quickly, wishing he could even be strong enough to tear them apart and leave him naked forever. However, that thought was lost when that member, long and thick, freed itself in front of her face, making her sigh with desire.

She smiled slightly at Candice and continued walking. The smile in Charlie’s eyes almost bloomed into a colorful spring field. He wrapped his arm around Candice’s waist, leaned toward her ear, "So domineering, I love it." Candice pulled his hand down and whispered, "A lot of people are watching, can you maintain your image?" Jerry and Rex: …Sorry, we’ve already seen it. Lyn and Curly: Wait, is Charlie being affectionate? This is still the aloof, cold, and noble gentleman we know?

“Okay, that was stiff. You two relax.” Click. “Sky, smile like you’re actually excited,” Riley added. Sky smiled wider, teeth starting to ache. Click. “Looks great!” Riley said cheerfully. “Charlie, why don’t you stand next to Sky so I can get a picture of all three of you?” Charlie glanced at Sky and she felt it like a physical thing. The moment his eyes found hers again. The quiet pull. The awareness that made everything else in the room dim. Charlie nodded once. “Okay.” He stepped forward. He did not touch her. He stood close enough that their arms were almost brushing, close enough that she could feel the warmth coming off him.

Dressed in a very pretty pink ball gown, just like the one Ria's is putting on. With her clutch and her six inches gold heels. Charlie's mouth fell open as he slowly raised to his feet. Shock is a word that can't define how he felt at that moment. He also felt happy and very relieved. Rosanna walked closer to Charlie, but he stood transfixed watching her. They didn't even mind the cameras clicking everywhere. "Hi Charlie Bran, nice meeting you again," She said extending her hand for a handshake. He kept staring at the extended hand. He couldn't believe it.

“I’m not going to fuck myself.” “No? Then fuck you!” “ You’re going to fuck me.” The quick retort I had planned dies in my throat. I blink my eyes a few times, wondering if I just heard correctly. “That’s right, you naughty, stupid little brat,” Charlie says, and that does make my eyes go wide. Charlie never swears! “You’re going to fuck me... or at least suck me off.” “What?!?” “You fuckin’ heard me.” When I stand there, dumbstruck and at a loss for words, Charlie puts his hands on my shoulders, looks me straight in the eye.

" I stared silently at the shocking pool of blood in the news clip, the coffee cup in my hand remaining perfectly still. He could no longer bear his disabled body, endless regret, and the constant hallucinations of me coughing up blood. He finally chose to end his sinful and pitiable life at the place where he had once proposed to me. "What are you watching, Stella?" Charlie came out onto the balcony with freshly baked cranberry cookies. He followed my gaze toward the TV and then gently reached for the remote control. "You don't have to turn it off," I said, turning to give him a relieved smile. "It's such a beautiful day today, Charlie."

Evelyn tried to push herself up, but a wave of agony tore through her shoulder, forcing a sharp gasp from her lips. A nurse immediately stepped forward. “You need to rest—” But it was already too late. Charlie had entered the room. The air shifted instantly, as though his presence alone commanded the space. His expensive black coat was soaked from the rain, his dark eyes blazing with anger, and his hands were clenched so tightly that the veins stood out beneath his skin. When his gaze landed on Evelyn, it was filled with nothing but disgust. “Charlie…” she whispered weakly. His expression hardened further. “Amelia can’t feel her legs.”

Blood ran from my forehead into my eyes, painting my vision red. Upon seeing how bloody I was getting, Jessica screamed, "Stop! Security! Get them away from him!" Just as she took one step forward, Ronald started crying out in pain. "Jess… my heart hurts…" Jessica glanced at Ronald, then turned to look at me, who was close to being beaten to death, and she stopped in her tracks. "Ronald, what's wrong? Does it hurt a lot? Someone, call an ambulance!" Witnessing their tender moment was enough for whatever lingering feelings I had left to die out completely.

“How did the charmer affect you?” His captain frowned at the memory. “Like a panting boy with an armful of naked woman. It’s making me wish I’d fixed my interest elsewhere long before she ever showed up.” Keilor snorted with agreement. “Ah, the bliss of a man already spoken for! Too bad our doctors can’t replicate that protective little brain chemical. It would save us all a lot of grief. Short of becoming a Haunt with no sex drive or falling in love, the rest of us are stuck.”

"Hey?" I turn around and faced Charlie, well, a sweaty and tired-looking Charlie. "Yeah?" "I love you." I raised an eyebrow and looked at the script, "That's not what is written on this script." He groaned and slumped down, "I'm tired!" "So am I!" Beth shouted, before running towards us with her dark shades protecting her eyes from the harsh sunlight. "Stick with the script, Charlie!" He simply groaned. I couldn't blame him though, it is, after all, a very tiring week. We're currently in a desert full of dust with unwanted heat from the sun.