Charlus Potter Novels & Stories

While the rest of the pots grew lavish green, purple and red leaves. ‘How about a drink today?’ Charlie asked, running his fingers on some strands of his shiny black hair as the wind kept on blowing. He wears a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. ‘There is a newly opened bar nearby, and they also sell grilled meats.’ he added. He is 5’3 feet tall with medium brown skin complexion. He has thick eyebrows, a flat nose and mustache above his reddish lips.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

Tessa closed the distance between them with a few steps, and her hands rested on his chiseled chest cladded in a remarkable burgundy suit. “I did when I was younger.” Doreen responded through clenched jaws as his mind thought about one of his most prioritized yet annoying women — his sister — Pearl. “Sadly, I discovered that he was an architect quite late but…” Charlie's gaze fell with Doreen's — it was intense, and downright serious. “After W Empire conclude its deal with the Nut Bowl, he's free to leave the company and properly pursue his dreams of being an architect. Doreen will… No, he's a spectacular one — I've seen his work on a restaurant named Paradiso Terrestre.”

Charlie said with a smile, “I haven't even questioned you, so why are you questioning me first? I’m Charlie Wade. My name is real, unlike Ms. Fox, who’s sitting in the room with another identity.” Julian immediately refuted, “The young lady has no malice towards you! She has her reason for using another identity!” Charlie smirked. “I didn’t claim that she had any ill intention towards me. Why are you so nervous?” With that, Charlie told Porter on the phone, “Porter, I’m busy at the moment. I’ll hang up first.” Porter quickly added, “Mr. Wade, Kathleen has a six-star martial artist by her side! His name is Julian Larson!”

“Charlotte is a smoking hole in the road. Amelia is alone, Edward. She has no champion left, now you can take out any of the Harris you want.” “Including Dickson Harris?” Edward asked, his voice cautious. “Yes son, I allow you ,” Mr. Potter said, raising his glass in a silent toast. “Now is time to take over Infinity clothier and leave the Harris with nothing to their names.”

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

She didn't know what magic spell was in the candy, but it made her feeling much better. Diana put her hand in front of Alpha Darren. *"Do you want some? There's only a few left before they're gone.” “I don't like chocolate, it's Canis' gift.” *"Who is Canis?” Alpha Darren looked at Diana. “My secretary, she not only gave the candy to me, but to everyone in the office as well.” And after that there was no conversation. They were both silent. Diana was silent because she was already tired, while Alpha Darren was silent because he didn't know what to talk about. So rather than ruin the atmosphere, Alpha Darren decided not to say anything else until they arrived at the hospital.

The sight of two muscle-bound guys though, one wielding what looked like a prop from an action movie, was a bit much! Despite the roomful of gadgets calling his name, Charles fought the urge to bolt. He could not help but wonder, had he just walked into some kind of sketchy setup? Charles took a quick look at Helma, the so-called assistant to Professor Harlana. She was easy on the eyes but looked a bit on the young side. He wondered if she really had the chops for the job. "Mr. Chafner, ready to kick off the interview?" Helma asked with a grin.

He was leaning against the doorframe of the living room. “To stop the Moon Howlers…” Lucas drawled out, crossing his arms over his chest. Patricia nodded absentmindedly. “We need to stop them… they were so cruel to those humans. I can’t get rid of those images from my mind.” “Let’s go find the Moon Goddess and your Luna.” Alpha Dalton declared as he locked gazes with Alpha Blaze who’d been oddly quiet except for the few words he’d just said. He must be thinking about his mate.

worse by taking it out on him. I winced at the thought and shook my head, “Was this Genevieve lady a witch?” I stared at Dalton as he took another curve like a pro race-car driver with one hand on the wheel and the other on mine. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, “The most powerful witch to have ever existed.” I could feel fear and sadness coming off of him. Which made me wonder what the hell happened to Genevieve. I sat there like a statue staring at the road with the gears turning in my head. This could explain mine and family’s odd ways. The dreams and also being able to pick up on emotions better than the average person. I saw the turn coming up that would take on to the ro