Charlie Thurston Audiobook Novels & Stories

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

Could it be what he was thinking right now? “No.” He said out subconsciously, making Jessica turn to him. “... Did you say something Mr Thorne?” Jessica asked. “No… Uh —That was just um… a voice. A voice in my head.” He was startled. He has never startled in a speech before. Not even in the presence of the high-class citizens like himself. What was wrong?

I’d barely taken three steps down the corridor when a familiar voice called out, “Zane!” I turned, and there was Charlie… his usual easy grin plastered across his face, his brown hair slightly disheveled, and a stack of books balanced precariously under one arm. For the first time in days, I felt something stir in me that wasn’t anger, suspicion, or dread. “Charlie…” I managed, my voice low but warmer than I expected. He jogged the last few steps to me, his books nearly toppling. “Man, I heard about what happened during the ritual. Everyone’s been whispering about it. Are you…” His grin faltered as his eyes searched me carefully. “Are you okay? Really?”

He always believes in everything his eyes see. The deafening silence hung in the air. The absence of sound feels like a void, swallowing everything. At this very moment, my heart races, as if the sounds were about to rip my chest open. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Chairman.” Charlie finally spoke up, and his voice was obviously trembling. “The thing you've seen. The truth is... Dominick and I are having a relation…” Damn it! Before Charlie confessed something to Dad, I cut him off and lied, “We were having breakfast, and the food was stuck up inside my throat. I couldn’t take it out myself, so Charlie helped me fix it.”

Thorne heard a sound and spun around. Charlene had just gotten out of her car and gently closed the door. Without saying anything, she approached and removed the umbrella from his grasp. "Is your foot okay?" Thorne said, looking down at her feet. She was still able to walk despite the slight pain. Charlene didn't explain why he had helped and held her before with such exceptional attention.

Reclining on the chair, Hill chuckled, "You seem to be fond of this lady; how about you introduce me to her?" Charlie Sr. retorted, "Enough of me, Hill; how about you? You have been fifteen years from home; haven't you met the one your heart belongs to yet?" A reminiscing expression appeared on Hill's face as he recounted, "I did, but she doesn't want me." Charlie Sr.'s ringing tone interrupted their conversation. Whipping out his phone, Charlie Sr. answered the call after signalling Hill. "Hello, sir, your house is on fire."

“Oh.” “Yeah. You donate to charities right?” The weight on Christavo’s shoulders lifted as he thought he was going to bust him out about Janet sucking his dick in the café bathroom and him spilling classified information to her. That would’ve ruined his job for sure, knowing all the higher-ups were watching. The FBI was now focused on the death of Rebecca and the mystery of The Strangler. He didn’t know how far he could question the family before his own sins were laid out for everyone to find.

“Flannigan. I know that name. Are you…?” “Ruth Flannigan’s daughter? Yes, that’s me.” His expression changed, like he was seeing her for the first time. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was checking her out. But he turned away, and Sara told herself she was imagining things. As if one of the snobby Thorntons would glance her way! She was all too aware of what they thought about people like her, people who had grown up poor and with an absent father and an alcoholic mother. Dr. Thornton—Harrison Thornton—had been infamous in school for driving a Porsche to school after he’d turned sixteen. Sara remembered getting off the bus at the junior high next door to the high school and seeing

"Weren't you so loud earlier when you threatened Maverick, trying to force him to sign the agreement? Now that you see the real me, you're suddenly quiet." At her words, Charlie's legs went weak, and he collapsed. Zachary hurriedly caught him. He tried to shout for help, but his voice caught in his throat the moment he met Madeline's piercing gaze. All he could do was press hard on Charlie's philtrum to keep him conscious. Charlie remained eyes shut. If I hadn't noticed how his knuckles had turned white from gripping, I might've believed he was truly out cold. I covered my mouth, terrified I would laugh out loud.