Charmed Where Prue Dies Novels & Stories

he spat. “We do all the dirty work while they feast,” Hans seethed. “We only get scraps and bones.” “Now get her, Dieter!” Hans hissed impatiently. Charlie leaped toward me. “No, Princess!” I screamed as the blade sank into his side, a blow meant for me. “Charlie!” My heart froze. He crumpled, whimpering, blood pooling. “Charlie!” I crawled toward him, pressing my hands against his fur, dragging him into my arms.

Charlene shouted again. “What are you doing!?” Elliot whispered to me as if this was the most stupid idea ever. But I do not have anything on me. Charlene has no idea how the hell they’ll get out of here other than shouting and making them open the cellar so they could try and run away. “Shut it, Charlene! Stop! Stop it!” Charlene did not listen to him. When someone arrived, he opened the cellar and Charlene immediately attacked him with all the strength that she have… and she must have killed him because he lay flat on the floor now.

Charlene didn't care, she was determined to kill her right there and then. “Die!” She spat, tightening her grip. Slowly, Veronica became weak, life sipping out of her. Charlene remained unfazed, watching her die with merciless eyes.

Charlie chuckled and said, “I don’t know who he is. Besides, I was busy with my own affairs and didn’t have time to go to Cyprus personally to kill him. Therefore, I had people set up some close-defense missiles and waited for him to walk right into the trap.” After saying that, Charlie chuckled lightly and said, “To be honest, he really died rather tragically. He was a dignified great earl, yet he was blown into pieces by close-defense missiles. A person weighing well over a hundred pounds was blasted into pieces, and the largest chunk of meat probably wouldn't even be enough to floss your teeth.” Mr. Chardon’s expression darkened considerably, and he said in a cold voice, “Brat, so you've

All they care about is Char’s alive. “Caleb, Chloe...” Charlotte’s voice was barely audible. She cried, but no one could see it while the actual water was dripping off her face. Caleb helped her get out of the coffin. No one dared to ask what happened to her in this situation. “Charlotte, what happened?” Caroline asked without realizing that most of the people on the cruise were surrounding them. How can she tell the truth? “She can’t talk now. Let’s get her to her room,” Chloe said as she guided Char to walk. Charlotte looked pale as a corpse. This isn’t here. What’s the reason behind her being locked in a coffin?

He gently shook her. No response. His heart dropped as he touched her hand—it was cold. “Ma…?” Panic filled his voice as he checked her breathing. Nothing. “Ate… Kuya…!” The family rushed in. Wyl checked her pulse. Then slowly… he shook his head. “She’s gone…” The room filled with cries. Charlene had passed away— holding the one she loved most, until her very last breath.

She starts to say, but I interrupt her. “Oh yes, our dear friend Henry. Turns out he blamed me for Prue killing herself to get away from him and he…he set out to kill Charlie with the help of his bride, who is now a vampire by the way.” “Charlie’s fine, though, right?” I’m at a loss for words. “Maxwell? Charlie’s okay, right?” Her nervous tone echoes in my head. “Not exactly.” “Please tell me he didn’t kill her.” “Oh, he killed her. But I saved her.”