Charlus Potter Novels & Stories

I swallow the witch's brew and wait for him to continue. He downs half a cup in two swallows. "Charlotte is hard-working, concentrates on her education, uses all the gifts nature has given her to the best of her ability. She is.... terrifyingly courageous.... and as for money...." He swings his head and polishes off the cup, then stoops to refill. ".... it's of no interest to her at all, beyond the basic means to live. Getting her to spend on clothes or jewellery or the other trinkets most women want is pointless. Give her a library and a quiet spot and she's in heaven."

He's grown up as a friend to me but an enemy to his parents. He was born autistic and his journey since has been rough. That was until we all met at a cafe and he recognised me. He was intently delightful go work as a p**n star. He just wanted a good base and an income to walk away from his household. And here he is as one of my favorite subordinates in my studio. And no, I have no company to work under. I worm solo and solo only. And so does he. Charlie is a different case all together. He is a child of prophecy. A gifted sexy bomb to serve all of the mankind and give them legit boners lasting for several hours. That was exaggerated, but it's nonetheless a good truth.

This Chase figure who I’ve gathered sneaks around here at night praying on innocent girls. “How will I know who he is? What does he look like?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one is lurking behind us, ready to silence me before I can release this information to everyone else. Charlie’s eyes widen. “Just like our Alpha. But also he is nothing like him. Dead in the eyes, crazed and insane.” Her words make my stomach turn in realisation.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

I felt too guilty asking June to look after Mum for more than two nights as her free time is so limited. “No, you’ll be fine, you’re gorgeous! You’ll definitely get matches soon. Come on, let’s see who’s available.” I look at the first contender. He’s wearing a baseball cap and posing in a gym. “Left,” Charlie says. “Let me read his bio.” “He’s flexing, for Christ’s sake.” “I’m not averse to a few muscles.” “Alice, you have an IQ of 130. He lists his interests as beer and rugby.”

His death was necessary. And well, Skyla... if she insists on following down that path, who was I to say no. I’d be glad to put her out of her misery. A knock at the door slices through my thoughts, upsetting my quiet time. “Sir,” A voice called through the intercom. “Charlie’s here.” A genuine smile played across my face. Charlie. Xavier’s loyal puppet. But he was going to be mine now. I was going to make sure of that, not without what I knew. He was blind to the truth.

Charlie replied confidently. Albus's face changed slightly, and asked, "You're going to fight him?" As it turned out, Charlie and Albus shared the same lineage—Charlie was his senior brother. "Yes," Charlie said, his tone calm but decisive. "All the signs have suggested that the kid has advanced to an Earthly Immortal. It's time to end this."

“Officially it was the night they broke into my house, although I did not know who they were or what they looked like at the time. The first time I knew who they were and what they looked like was when I visited them at the police station.” “So, you are saying you had never met the defendants before the night they broke into your house?” “That’s correct.” I was confused by his line of questioning it was not something we had covered. “Miss Garrison, can you tell me who Charlene Smith is?” “She’s a colleague at work.” “And on the 22nd of December last year did you attend the annual Christmas party with Charlene Smith?” “Yes.” My heart sank as memories came flooding back. “Judge I would like to

It was unlike all the other portraits that were hung in the room, it was different. It wasn't obvious and didn't look like it had a literal meaning, the portrait looked majestic in a self-proclaimed kind of way. Not only that, but it had the painting of a lady in white attire, with dark shades on her. She was elegant and had blue eyes. She had a silver wolf close to her, and Ariel eyed suspiciously. “Is she the Luna?” She asked. She wasn't sure who the questions were directed at, but they sure weren't getting any answers. She felt as if she was being watched and her eyes trailed upward to the stairs, as she saw the Alpha, Damien, staring at her.

With a tender gesture, he lifted Evelyn into his arms, exchanging a few words with Charlie before they departed. Evelyn, still reeling from the confrontation with the kidnapper, now rested weakly against Warren's chest. Her hands clung tightly to his shirt with her lips trembling. Her tear-filled eyes gazed at Warren as she weakly asked, "Warren, how's Mrs. Potter?" Warren dipped his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. He replied, "She had a few stitches on her back, but she's alright now. Don't worry." Evelyn gazed into Warren's eyes which were so reminiscent of Dennis'. She softly remarked, "In times of peril, most women would scream, yet Mrs. Potter charged forward without hesitati