Charlus Potter Novels & Stories

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Isaiah “Dexter took some photos,” Charlie said proudly, grinning at his fifteen year old grandson who was running around the room with a camera. “Good,” was all I could bite out, and Charlie gave me a dirty look. “That's all you can say?” I chuckled, shaking my head at the old man. “What else do you want me to say, Charlie?” “You know, I'm old enough to give birth to you, you piece of shit.” He grunted. “You should call me, Uncle,”

he continues, "I thought you were my wife, and I know she's not here today. There is a striking resemblance." Odd.... Charlotte's looks are quite unusual.... .... Still, a man like Haswell is bound to have a beautiful wife.... "Charlotte, Michael," I say. "Let me introduce Richard Haswell, Founder and CEO of The Haswell Corporation." And I see it there. Charlotte approaches him, her hand held out to shake. But the smile.... and the look in her eyes.... "Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell." As she speaks, I see the sub offering herself to the Dom.... Her pupils dilate madly, her great green eyes like saucers. Her breath hitches....

Then he dropped the file he was holding on the center table and walked over to Marie. “You must be our new girlfriend,” he grinned at her, which for some unknown reason annoyed me. It was even worse because Marie blinked and her demeanor changed. She looked at Charlie as if he was a golden angel. What was that word again? Mesmerized. “My name's Charlie Wilkins, Head of PrimeTelecoms PR. But you can call me Charlie.” He winked at her and I’d seen enough. I cleared my throat loudly and stopped whatever the fuck was happening before I ended up strangling someone.

The tremor behind the charm. The elder who had hosted the event cleared his throat. “Alpha Xavier,” he said, “you’ve been quiet tonight. Surely you have a few words for the rest of us before the night is done? You know, with your businesses and your Lunas upcoming business, everyone has been curious about how things have been going.” Xavier turned toward me then, the faintest hint of something unreadable in his eyes. “Yes,” he said, his voice calm, smooth, dangerous in its restraint. “I do.”

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,

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

I covered my face with my hands and looked away. Someone had sold the location. “Mrs. Cooper! Sabrina! Can we get a comment on Alexis Atwood’s broadcast?” “Sabrina, over here! Just one question!” I willed myself to ignore them. Charlie was outside before anyone could stop him. He came through the screen door and off the porch in two strides, barefoot, still wearing the apron he’d been cooking in, and he walked straight down the drive toward the cameras. When he reached the first photographer—a man half his size who had stepped onto the private gravel—Charlie took him by both shoulders and moved him.

I didn’t answer. I knew that he did not care, Not about me, not about mother, not about anyone else. I did not even understand how she lived with him throughout all this time, but this was what it was to be me, to be her, to be raised, to be obedient, to stand for a man, to do everything for you while you just obeyed. But when my eyes found him, I almost froze. The same man who stood there… He stood at the end of the aisle, beneath a silver arch of twisted branches and moonflowers, his face carved from stone. Dark hair, darker eyes. A black suit tailored like armor.

The weight of that doubt hung in the air like smoke. “Why are you here?” Edward asked, his tone guarded. “I came to find you,” their father said. “Because I was wrong not to stand by your side from the beginning.” The cloaked figure beside him shifted, and only now did Jacob realize the person was a woman—older, with silver braids wound over her head like a crown, her eyes luminous and faintly glowing in the firelight. “This is Ysolde,” their father introduced. “She’s the witch who cast the forgetting spell on Serena when she was a child. And she’s the only one who knows how to undo it.”