Charlie Trotter Books Novels & Stories

Ever since he came home and started at Colossus Group, he had not spent many nights at the Hoffmans', so he had not realized they had kept the room's old charm. Noelle let go of Charles's hand and dashed to the bookshelf, taking a quick look. "Whoa, you've got the whole Game of Thrones series here! Were you into it? ‘The Tales of Robin Hood', ' Anglo-Saxon Chronicle', some random essays, 'A Brief History of Time'... Charles, you've got a ton of books!" Charles gave the shelf a quick glance and narrowed his eyes a bit. "It’s just for show," he said nonchalantly.

Over 400 pages were in each book, along with lots of graphic photos. There was also an envelope with a handwritten letter inside... a brief but meaningful one. Dearest Sheila and Essence, Thanks for a great week, and the opportunity for me to become alive and vibrant one last time. It meant the world to me, and I'm now ready to move on and rejoin my Dottie. These tapes and diaries are for you two. Please do whatever you wish with them. And please continue to live your lives with passion and love. Love, Papa Charlie.

I muttered as Charlie continued to search the shelves. "So, she is trying to keep the council run by women." Charlie stopped at the end of the aisle, her fingers pushing at the leaning books and straightening them. When she released her hold, they slid back down. Charlie turned with a shake of her head. "I still don't see the book on them." "She probably took it," Tobias grumbled, and Charlie's eyes almost popped out of her head.

Charlie Charlie had learned from business to always trust his gut. He knew when he was being treated fairly and when he was about to be made to look like a fool. Even though he was quite certain that this was not the day that he would meet Mary Margaret Westmoreland, her mother had asked him to return, so he intended to comply even if it turned out to be yet another waste of time. While he was off paying his visit, Jonathan was trying to find out if there was more to this story. He had a very hard time believing that Mary Margaret was actually sick the day before. If there was information to be found, Jonathan Lane would find it. Of that, Charlie was certain.

So, he worked hard to earn money and convince the owner to sell a portion of the land to him. Not bad, if I were to ask. Being surrounded by trees and plants, and away from the bustling city, is a perfect kind of escape. “You had all my books?” I could not help but ask when the first thing that caught my eye the moment we stepped foot into the house was his bookshelf in the corner. “So, the rumors are true? You’re this famous author who wrote BL books?” Charlie eagerly asked before he snatched the book I just grabbed from the shelf. It was the same book that Dad used to slap me in the face. Speaking of which, I heaved a deep sigh as I only had a few hours left before Dad would disown me.

Charlie trotted in, fur matted with blood, those brown eyes locking on to mine. He plopped down beside me, warm against my leg, and his voice crooned. “You’re a total train wreck, Beatrice, but you’re still the hottest hybrid in town.” “Shut it, Charlie,” I rasped, but my hand dropped to his head, fingers sinking into his fur. Eric’s voice filled me up still. “Disgrace! You are nothing!” And I muttered, “I’m nobody, Charlie. There’s nothing special about me. You’re just messing with me, calling me hot, because I’m not.”

"...I will abuse that power." Charlie’s glare could’ve melted steel. "Fuck off, man," he groaned, snatching a book off the coffee table and hurling it at me. I caught it easily, laughing as it thudded against my chest. "I’m hungry, Zane. Starving. And I hate you." I grinned, tossing the book back onto the table. "Aw, Charlie," I cooed, my voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did the big, bad professor hurt your feelings?"

I keep looking up at the door as I page through the small book, afraid that someone will walk in. Then, I come across a name and address that makes my heart skip a damn beat. Charles Montague. Chester Rd, 1904. Uncle Charlie. I stand up, feeling cold. This. I know this isn’t much, but it’s something. Dammit, it is. His Uncle Charlie was real, unless I’m mistaken and this is another Charles with the surname Montague. I decide that the book is too valuable to be left behind, so I shove it in my bag and walk out of the office.

Dean muttered from behind me. Something flashed in Charlie's eyes, making him grab me fastly yet gently from my place with my wrist. Dean greeted him with a nod, "Charlie." "Bean," Charlie muttered silently. Well, hello to you too! "We're outside the Underground Choco." Chocolate is Charlie's fighter name. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, get it? He crossed his arms, "It's Dean." "And I'm Vanchel." I butted in, pulling myself away from Charlie. "Vanch-"

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.