Charlus Potter の小説・ストーリー

"Tell me more." "Of course." Charlie leaned even more forward, his eyes locked with Lucas's eyes as he enunciated each word. "You deserve to be lonely for as long as you live and you know why." "Amazing," Lucas muttered flatly. Charlie continued. "....just watch how she dumps your ass the moment she finds out her super-hero-darling fiancé had a chronic PTSD that makes him behave like a mad man." Lucas's face fell in that instant. Charlie leaned back in satisfaction. He had struck a nerve—that was certain.

Alex: A half burned cigarette hung between my lips, rage simmering beneath my skin as I watched the footage for the umpteenth time. With my eyes narrowed,I took a slow drag, filling my lungs with smoke before exhaling, the smoke clouding the screen. A heavy knock echoed through the study. “Come in” I said without tearing my eyes away from the screen. The door opened and Elder William walked in, his expression neutral. “You called for me, my king” Without offering him a seat, I rotated the laptop and played the footage.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

It was impossible to hide the admiration and astonishment that flooded his gaze. Naturally, Vesta noticed. His response did not surprise her. She gave Charlene a look. Charlene's expression was composed, as if she didn't care about the entire situation. Vesta scoffed to herself. Was she acting casually, or was she genuinely unconcerned? Vesta was, after all, a PhD student of Kevitt Smith—an accomplishment Charlene could only imagine. All Charlene could do was admire her. Charlene saw the contempt in Vesta's gaze.

Under the dim yellow glow of the streetlights, he looked particularly lonely. "Who's that? Are we being haunted by a vengeful ghost or something?" Charles walked in dressed in light-colored linen loungewear. Holding a mug of coffee in one hand and resting the other in his pocket, he looked like he was striking a pose for a magazine. "Lucas." I muttered, worried that he might call the police and make a scene. He let out an exaggerated, drawn-out "Ohhhh", clearly having heard of him before. "So that's the idiot from the Carter Family that's got a brain the size of a pea, huh?"

He kissed his aunt on the cheeks and finally turned to face her, their eyes met. "You must know my nephew, Bradley, right, Charlie? He's a professor at Arch Institute ... have you joined his class already?" Maxine asked innocently. She was lost for words, this was the man who had been on a tour in the private gallery, looking at her pictures. This was her professor. "Professor Winthrop?" her voice cracked. "Charlene? ... You're Charlie?" he was as aghast as she was. "I've heard so much about Charlie but I had no idea it was you," he added, taking a sip of his champagne.

Hmph, this foxy woman. "Oh my, the pixel of this phone is really good! Hehehe..." Charlie suddenly poked his head out from behind Maddy, startling her so much that she almost threw the phone to the ceiling. "Charlie! You scared me... What are you doing?" Maddy quickly turned off the camera and hid the phone behind her, praying incessantly that he hadn't seen what she had done or said. Charlie is well-versed in the cuisines of various countries and cooks well. He received grace from John Astor when he was young and has been following him ever since, becoming the Astor family's chef and now cooking for Frost, the heir to the Astor family.

# Meanwhile, at Tenet… When Charlie saw the trailer and the netizens’ comments, he harrumphed and said, “Hmph! He has done well this time. I'll give him a 90.” His assistant was stunned. “Only 90? Don’t you think he deserves a higher score?” Charlie crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, “Considering his previous acting skills, I’d only give him a score of 75 if it were in the past. I’m already very kind enough to give him a score of 90. He might get arrogant if I give him a higher score.”

Hestia nodded. “That is quite the exciting task.” “Of course it is.” Charlie sipped, satisfied with the taste. “Nothing excites you, but the downfall of those people you despite.” “That is why I am the villain, Charlie,” she mused with a chuckle. “Anyway, let me take a quick picture of our wine glasses.” The doctor gave her a deadpan stare, but complied anyway. He knew Hestia was going to upload it so he also made sure that his hand was subtly visible.