Charly Games Novels & Stories

Chad paused, pouring himself another glass and quickly finishing it. "Lately, Charlie has undergone a complete transformation. She is no longer the naïve and feeble Charlie who allows others to mistreat her. In fact, she has become quite skilled in the art of manipulation. Can you believe it?" Chad declared, erupting in laughter as he recollected the absurd antics that Charlie (Marlie) had engaged in since her return.

“Hot or cold, Dorian?” “Fucking cold.” She looks at him, frowning, almost sincerely. Almost. “Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.”

“It’s quite fun.” “This game… is pretty good.” Charity would play that game sometimes when she was tired. “However, the character you’re playing now won’t be competent enough after it levels up later. It’s quite weak.” “Really?” Chester lowered his head to have a look. “I think its attacks are pretty strong.” “It’s hard to level up afterward. Its defense isn’t great either.” Charity took a chair and sat down. Then, she opened the same game on her phone and taught him which characters he should focus on training.

But not without side whispers, curious about the woman that came with the devil tycoon. The suffocating feeling in my chest had not fully settled. My gown tangled up with my heels and I stumbled forward. “Slow”. His grip on me tightened instantly, pulling me back to my side before I fell. As we got to the empty space, I felt someone coming behind us. Clap! clap! clap. “ I must say Congratulations to you”. I turned to the sickly disgusting voice and saw Vincenzo staring at me wide eyed, smiling, as he continued. “The game was such a good one. It's been a while since I've had so much fun. Or what do you think, Miss Grey?”.

I smirked, took a seat on his couch, legs crossed, acting like a presiding judge. "Get Charlie to work on the game scheduling as she always does for you, or risk being exposed by me." Greg took a deep breath. I watched him look exactly like a bad pothole for a bike race. I liked grinding on bad roads, so my opponent could end up on hospital beds with damaged ribs. "Fine. But that has to be deleted." "It will be, when the job is done." I said, flipping the edges of my latest model Samsung. "Can you leave already? Tomorrow I will go with Charlie."

"How was it? Is he gone?" Ruth asked. "Yes he is gone, don't worry it's all under control.. ladies I'll be needing your presence downstairs in the next thirty minutes." Both Andrew and Santiago left the ladies in the room and went downstairs. Thirty minutes later Ruth and Dera joined them there. "This is Felipa a well-known designer, she is going to be at your service today." Santiago introduced. "Hello ladies, Based on what Robert told me, you are preparing for a charity event, I've got a lot of choices for you to choose from." She clap her hands three times and people came in pushing racks of clothes. "Ladies, let's begin."

"Hey, can I have another two hundred here please." ***** RICHARD "What do you have there, Charlotte?" She's reading through a stack of letters. Some have that pre-printed look. Others are handwritten. Her lip curls as she speaks.... Contempt? "Chaser letters," she says, "from casinos and game houses...." She pushes a couple towards me. "They're asking for payment, some politely, some not so politely." She snorts. "The amount of money he just.... threw away...." James' eyes rise to mine. Of course, he knows better than any the lengths Charlotte went to raise the money she needed.

Another hand tried to cover her mouth. The little girl who had led Sarah there ran away as soon as she saw what was happening. Sarah jerked away violently. She steadied herself against a tree, coughing harshly. "Charlie, it's you again! What exactly do you want?" Charlie looked at her with a sinister smile and said softly, "Should I call you genuinely stupid or just pretending to be? Can't you see what I want? Did you think I went through all this trouble to lure you out here just to play games?"

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

“Fine. I’ll watch and see just what tricks you think you can pull.” Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out behind us. Natalie was on the ground, clutching her ankle, while Anna stood nearby. With a pitiful voice, Natalie said, “Clarissa, just for this competition, you actually told your daughter to push me?” I laughed without mirth. “A six-year-old child? Do you really believe that?” However, Jared’s veins bulged in anger. He grabbed me by the collar and hurled me to the floor. “Are you insane, Clarissa? If anything happens to Natalie’s foot, I won’t forgive you!”