Charlie X Pim Novels & Stories

Chalida asked, her voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to her usual booming confidence. "Oh, simple things," Pim purred, picking up a pen from the table. "You'll be my eyes and ears. My fixer. My shadow. You’ll acquire information, smooth over ruffled feathers, ensure my new business ventures run smoothly. Whatever I tell you to do, you do. And you do it perfectly." She pushed the tablet closer, the pen resting atop the signature line. "Sign here."

Pari's pov(continuation.) I look between the two of them, the tension more thicker than icing. If only it was real and I can actually take a bite. I love cake icing. The only thing disturbing the silence is Kelvin, who is busy chewing on his food noisily, taking a glance at Xavier now and then. He seems too shocked to get over the fact that Xavier is really here. Damn kid didn't believe his sis caught a big catch this time. I take a sip from my soup, daring to take another glimpse at the two.

But then I hear Leo’s next words. “Would you like to tell me why I heard you bet those human biker buddies of yours back there $1000 that you could have Piper in your bed within the hour?” Charlie’s face pales. “I-I’m s-s-sorry, Alpha. I had no idea that s-s-she was t-t-taken.” Leo’s hand tightens. “Wrong answer, Gamma.” Charlie does not respond, and Leo lets him sit in the uncomfortable silence. Finally, Leo speaks again.

He smiled at Charlie, saying, “I’m surprised you remember me.” Charlie chuckled. She responded, “What do you mean? We were in the same Sales Management class.” “And what about me? Do you know me?” The girl who sat behind Charlie asked. Charlie turned to the girl with short and jet-black hair. She had porcelain skin and a very delicate expression, and Charlie thought she was cute. “Of course, I know you, Mia Chen. We worked on the same project together last year,” Charlie said with a smile. Mia beamed. She leaned in and whispered to Dawn, “What did I tell you? Charlie is different when she is free from her cage!”

Charlie asked as he placed his sunglasses on the top of his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the centre console cup holder, “The Pride we are going to meet, the leader is an old friend, we haven’t spoken in a while and we didn’t leave each others company on great terms,” the Panther explained, not on great terms? what an understatement, Sarah told Valaria if she ever returned to Nevada she would be strung up by the neck and used as a chew toy for feral Panthers, all down to one small indiscretion, “What did you do?” Lucy asked as she sat up and grabbed a cigarette from Charlie's breast pocket,

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

"I just heard a lot about him. Not all of it good." "Why?" Charlie poured in the Amaretto and pineapple into the glass at the same time. "Between us?" I nodded. "Sure." "He's a bit of a partier." Charlie slipped a straw in the glass and slid it across the counter to me. "He's the Alpha of the Halfling Guardian Pack. But between us...." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Xander is a better Alpha." I nodded, smiling as I took the drink. "I think Xander would be hard to beat at a lot of things."

Although he is here for different reasons, he has a strong feeling of deja-vu. Xander takes Charlie as a role model, as his success story is one to be heard. He started off as a worker at a vineyard to owning his own vineyards. So when Charlie called the meeting, he had to oblige. "Son," Charlie announces his presence as he walks into the room dragging an oxygen tank behind him. Xander turns and the first thing he notices is the oxygen and Charlie can see. Charlie lets out a low laugh, "Don't worry about it, I still have plenty live in me." He walks over the seat across to Xander.

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

He is still a part of them. Charles is the miniature version of Pearce but he is more like me. He loves reading books and he inherited his smartness from me. Charlie is also the miniature version of me but she had her father's attitude. She's friendly and talented and she can easily capture your heart. That is why everyone loves her. Despite their differences, they go along very well and they always watch each other's backs. The only similar thing they had was they both love chocolates