Charlie Wade Story Novels & Stories

Wade twirled the ring I had slipped onto his ring finger and said apathetically, "I won't do anything to you. In fact, I'm just going to send you back to Stormhold." Looking at the man before her, Cecilia realized he was a demon in human form. Stormhold was her ultimate nightmare. Clutching her head, she shrieked, "No, I don't want to go to Stormhold. I'd rather die than go back there!" Wade, however, didn't spare her so much as a single glance. … Once again, Wade returned to my studio. He climbed into the bathtub and downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. He scrolled through the frantic, unsent messages on my phone. Then, he pressed it tightly against his chest and explained, "I didn't be

Maxwell Today’s the day. The day that all of this ends. The day that Charlie and I can put everything behind us and move forward. Revenge for revenge, victory to be won. I know better than anyone that Charlie won’t be able to grow as a vampire with Daisy still lurking about, with Duke still on his high horse. It ends today.

his voice cracked up as if he was gonna cry anytime soon. I exhaled and stared at the pathetic figure in front of me. "It's okay as long as you don't try it again. Rosanna will surely forgive you even if it takes years, I'm sure she will, even if she doesn't I'll make sure of it. Right now I'll start by clearing your name," I said more calmly this time and he nodded like an obedient dog. Next day. Charlie's POV Yesterday's event still replays in my head. How I almost committed sucide.

But Charlie sitting across from her like this felt strangely easy. Way too easy like a dream. “What are you reading?" He asked after a moment. Elara turned the book slightly toward him. Charlie studied the cover briefly before giving a soft breath that almost sounded amusing. "That looks depressing." "Despressing is what people call them, I call them sad." "Then why read it?" Elara thought for a second before answering. "Because sad stories feel honest." The answer made Charlie unexpectedly still. Elara noticed the way his expression softened slightly, as though he was trying to understand her properly for the first time.

Her shoulders trembled as she spoke, her voice cracking under the weight of it all. Then she lowered her hands slowly and looked at him, her expression lost, almost childlike in its confusion. “Caleb… do you think I’m pathetic?” she asked quietly. Caleb felt something tighten painfully inside him. He reached out slightly, steadying himself before speaking. “No, Charlie,” he said softly. “You’re not pathetic. You are human. The heart doesn’t heal in one day. With time, you will forget. With time, you will be whole again.”

Chad paused, pouring himself another glass and quickly finishing it. "Lately, Charlie has undergone a complete transformation. She is no longer the naïve and feeble Charlie who allows others to mistreat her. In fact, she has become quite skilled in the art of manipulation. Can you believe it?" Chad declared, erupting in laughter as he recollected the absurd antics that Charlie (Marlie) had engaged in since her return.

I wanted that boy completely out of the team and Charlie's ego bruised. I couldn't continue easily. Wheels got mud stuck in them. Riding became difficult—not for Charlie, I guess. She was fighting the mud a great deal and got out of it while I was still behind. An inch close to the finish line, Charlie's tires got bumped. They screeched. She tried to save herself and jumped off the bike. She was brave to do that, rolling endlessly toward the open axis of the road. I gasped. One more roll and she would be falling into an under-construction ditch.

I recalled how Emma would repeat the same excuse. "You have to see it from my side, Shawn. I'm the CEO of a company, so I definitely have to lead by example and keep my promises. Charlie is a high-stakes hire as well, so I can't afford to have him feeling slighted." I reflected on that and became even more convinced that they had made a game out of my wedding every time. Did they really think I wouldn't notice? Their wager during the 19th time was that the wedding would be called off if Charlie could run from the hall to the stage, which was only 330 feet, in under a minute. Charlie, standing close to six feet and three inches, could have easily made it even by crawling.

Charlie stood behind Amelia with one hand resting on the back of her chair, as though that space already belonged to him, as though he had already chosen where his future lay. Evelyn lowered her bag slowly onto the floor, her fingers loosening around the handle. “What happened now?” she asked. Her father didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he threw the newspaper onto the table with enough force to make it slide toward her. The front page was impossible to ignore. HEIRESS PARALYZED BY JEALOUS SISTER. Beneath the headline, a photograph captured Amelia in a wheelchair, tears streaking down her face while Charlie shielded her from a crowd of reporters outside the hospital.

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.”