Charlie Tucker Novels & Stories

He answered. "Thank you" relief washed over me "Alpha Williams who is this girl for our records please?" He finally added. "Charlie." I read off the paper I had written her name down on "Charlie Tudor" "Charlie Tudor?" He responded. "Yes I believe so." I was now confused by his tone. "Don't do anything I'll be in touch" he abruptly hung up. I placed my head on my desk. "What the f*ck is going on." ** Charlie pov **

I need to talk with you "About what? You guys don't dare to think of pulling any prank on me, okay?" Em warns us "Don't worry, Jackie lover," he mimics he I enter into his room, then turn to hi "What did you find out about the phone number I gave you?" I directly ask hi Charlie sits on a chair and pick up a notebook from the table. "Okay. I tracked the number and found out that the owner of the number is Martha Stewart. She was a crime reporter in the SF Examiner

The Alpha of Passion. I think about it for a moment. "I don't see why not." Adrian raises an eyebrow. "What? I'm passionate." He leaves the name uncrossed. "What about Jasper. Alpha of Devotion?" Adrian muses. I bite my lip. Not an option. "He's been missing for years. There's no way that's even plausible," I tell him. The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away.

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.

He asked. "I don't know what you're talking about." "You're in denial." I scoffed, "I am not in denial." "Whatever." Silence settled for a few minutes before Charlie spoke up. "You know it's Clark who's the mole...right?" I nodded. Wait he can't see me...this is why I prefer talking in person. I always do that. "I do. Let me guess you're in Tennessee?" "Yeah. The guy who took us, his name is Nick. Nick Everson."

“What do you want?” “You’re welcome, by the way,” Charlie drawled. “And I don’t want anything, except a return to equilibrium in the neighborhood. Oh, and Sam Kimball’s head on some kind of spike, or possibly mounted on a plaque. I used to do some taxidermy in my younger —” “Oh my fucking gods, shut up,” I choked, bile rushing up at the image of pretty little fucking evil Charlie humming a tune as he cheerfully stuffed Kimball’s skull with cotton balls. “No more. Please.”

I ask Owen. “Yes,” he says and takes a step closer to me. “Because he caught you with another woman?” Owen makes a face. “No. There is only one person for me, Charlie, and it’s you. It’s always been you. He threw the first punch and then fell onto Marty Pickens. It’s all on camera. Irrefutable evidence right there.” I look back at Todd and squeeze my eyes closed. “You lied to me?” “Char, look at him. Look at this town. You don’t belong here. You belong in New York, at a real firm with real cases. Making real money.”

Charlie dug into her huge Gucci bag searching for something until her bony, wrinkled hand came out with a pack of cigarettes. I watched the elevator’s numbered lights counting down. “There’s not really much to tell. I told Dorman I didn’t want the client he assigned to me. Perry Ward was a womanizing bastard and his company Runway Review victimized Anna Fiske.” The elevator door opened, and Charlie led the way with a cigarette between her fingers. “Just like Senator Peterson. So? What happened, Wil? Are you going soft?” Charlie had tried to mentor me from the start. It was only lately that I had doubts about my choice of careers. “I don’t know what you mean,” I lied.

I say to him when Lucky moves to my side, and he does his whole possessive bullshit, arm around my waist as he pulls me to him. “So he is your man?” Charlie asks, and I nod my head. “Yeah,” I say, and Charlie smirks at me. “Well, I never thought I would see the day the mighty Honey Fuller would turn to the life of crime. I must say, it looks delicious on you.” He says with a slight growl in his playful tone. Charlie is not into me in the way he is implying. He never was. “Believe it, now I see the appeal of the life of crime.” I say and all the men and women I have represented chuckle with me.

he says. I nod as I back away from him, pull off my white t-shirt, start undoing my purple bra. That’s when Charlie sees my Chinese tattoos. “You’re a very naughty girl,” he says, casting an incriminatory gaze at me. “You like me naughty.” “I do.” “Then fuck me naughty.” “ I’ll be the one that decides how to fuck you, my dear.” “Yes, sir.” “That’s better.” God he makes me so wet! Charlie starts unbuttoning his own shirt, gets that off and then the undershirt beneath. Then my tits spill out for him and he thrusts his head forward, eagerly seeking out my nipples to suck and twirl his tongue around.