Charlie Tucker Novels & Stories

Tyler and Marcus secure Charlie in heavy restraints aboard the private Hawthorne executive jet at Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport, preparing for immediate transatlantic extradition back to New York. Inside the quiet, luxurious cabin of the private jet, the soft leather seats and warm golden lighting stood in stark contrast to the cold storm raging outside. Marcus pushed Charlie into a isolated armchair near the rear of the main cabin, securing the secondary steel tether to the floor anchor. Tyler stepped onto the plane behind them, his massive frame soaking wet from the rain, his black coat broad and imposing. His dark eyes swept the cabin, verifying the perimeter before settling on his cous

“He said what?” Charlie’s voice was loud and unmistakably shocked, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Autumn offered a shy smile, her wide eyes pleading with Charlie to lower her voice. Realizing the commotion she’d caused, Charlie’s cheeks flushed red as she cleared her throat with a soft cough. Leaning closer to Autumn, she asked in a quieter tone, “Maverick’s joking, right?” Autumn shook her head, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She hadn’t planned on telling Charlie about Derek being the father, but here they were, with Charlie ordering shot after shot. Autumn couldn't understand how Charlie wasn’t drunk yet—or perhaps she was, just oddly calm.

“Look, we just need to hit the tables one more time. We win big, we flip this. Double, triple—hell, maybe a hundred times over!” Zachary slowly stood upright, towering over him, voice low and unimpressed. “That little stack won’t even get you through the door.” The light in Charlie’s eyes dimmed instantly. His head drooped. Shoulders slumped. His hands, still dangling at his sides, trembled slightly. Zachary turned as if to leave. “If you’ve got nothing else, get lost. I can’t help you this time.” Charlie panicked and lunged forward on his knees, grabbing onto Zachary’s pant leg like a drowning man. His voice cracked, on the edge of tears. “Please, bro! Just give me a little time—I’ll find m

His phone rings and without any effort, he picked it up without even looking who the caller is. "What do you want?" He asked the caller and leans his back at the counter of the stall. His eyes found another pair looking straight at him. He took his sunglasses off and stare back at that woman, sitting at the sand while applying lotion on her body sensually. "We found your fat buddy Tucker Crueson in Texas. His files said that he retired from being a sheriff 7 years ago and now he's living alone in his cute little barn in *****, Texas." The caller reported to him.

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

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

DAMIEL I stopped exercising the night I knew I would be getting married. Blame a man for having his dick huge. Some people wet dreams but I am no asshole. Charlie’s trauma plays a part. I would never lay my hands on him again. New omega for every rut. He cried for me, he let me pull him to tears. So sweet. He decided to give me the honor of bringing him to tears and I cannot wait to see another. ⸻ CHARLIE

He owed me one, and I am here to collect it. I was taken to the private lounge. His men stood nearby while I waited for him to show. I still haven't gotten any news from Adrian, which says that he hasn't gotten the blood either. Each second passing means I have little time left. Charlie walked in, disrupting my thoughts. He was an average-height man, and what he lacked in height, he made up for with a lot of muscles. His hair was dyed orange, and his eyes were light brown. He had a sly smile plastered on his lips when he saw me.

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

Tyler says, making me growl. "Or blame someone else again as she did to her old alpha," Alarick says, making me agree. Tara thinks I'm buying the whole I'm innocent shit. She has no idea I've been spying on her for a while. She's been working with these scumbag rogues and alphas, capturing girls from more miniature packs and kidnapping rogue girls to sell them on the black market as enslaved people. "I wouldn't doubt she was sleeping with the dude. That's why he didn't think twice to take the blame for her." Alarick adds, making me feel disgusted.