Chuck Dies Maze Runner Novels & Stories

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

After I switched bodies with my driver, I ended up trapped in the body of an overweight, unattractive man everyone looked down on. My sister Joanne Harper and my fiancée, Serena Lane, did everything they could to find a way to switch us back. Joanne hired an exorcist and even gave her own blood for the ritual. Serena climbed three thousand icy steps to a remote mountaintop chapel in the middle of a blizzard, dropping to her knees in prayer every few steps. But Julian Brown, now living in my body, looked at them pitifully. “My romance system says we can only switch back if both of you truly fall in love with me.” From that day on, Joanne appeared to indulge his every whim, buying him sp

Anyone who came in their way would have to be thwarted, no matter who they were. Someone threw a punch at Chuck, and he immediately dodged. Chuck throws a fist back but is countered by Mr. Watson's bodyguard. It was then that one of them kicked Chuck in the stomach causing him to fall down. "You want to joke with me huh? Realize that you are no match for us!” mocked one of the guards who kept walking towards Chuck who was now sitting on the dirty floor. Chuck was inching backward away from them. He was really stuck now. Unknowingly he looked back and found a wooden block whose ends were still sticking into the wood, and in his hand was a rough piece of wall. Chuck nodded because he felt that

Soon after Cherry said those words, the tablet he swallowed earlier tricked into his throat, which made him choke and cough. Gilbert helped Cherry with some water and shouted back, “Keep your mouth shut, moron. You always say the same, no matter what.” Cherry repeated like a lunatic, “We are going to die. You know, I have a hole in my heart and I am surviving until now to die in the hands of the phantom.”

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Because there’s no chance in hell that the person standing right there on my doorstep was Chuck. The real Chuck. My twin brother. And flanking by his sides are Zoey and Christian. All three of them stared straight at me. My blood turned to ice. I couldn’t move or speak. Behind me, my mother’s voice rang out. “Who is it, Chuck?” She walked up beside me, still complaining. But the moment her eyes landed on the real Chuck, her face went deathly pale. A choked gasp escaped her throat. Then, without another word, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

Chuck's death was a relief to all the women who had once been his victims. Many of them stood up and exposed Chuck for the violent things he had done to them. Everyone condemned Chuck so badly, as if they wanted to lynch him alive. "Chuck is a monster! He might have seemed like a good guy, but he secretly tortured women!" "Chuck got off easy by dying in a car crash! He should have been tortured to death!" "I will not buy any products from Well Spring Pharma from today on."

This time, he spoke. ‘Chuck’s in jail. He isn’t getting out anytime soon. He can’t pull off that sort of thing from the prison.’ Marley pressed. ‘well, I know what I heard.’ Flynn stared at the siblings, the way Clarissa seemed to shrink into the bed and the crazed look in Marley’s eyes. He could tell that whoever the Chuck was, they wanted him far away from their lives. ‘someone mind telling me who this Chuck guy is?’ Clarissa took to nervously clutching and unclutching the bed sheets. Flynn drew a seat closer to the bed and sat, hands crossed in front of his chest.

Unfortunately, the outgoing teleportation fee from Zorah to other planets was way over his budget, so he couldn't follow her any further. Chuck clenched his fist and came back. He couldn't find her destination coordinates. However, he was not out of options yet. This time he called Tyler for help and explained the entire situation. Chuck called him because Tyler was much better in scouting and reconnaissance than he ever could be. He was more of a fly-by-night stalker than a Cadet. In fact, he was the kind of person who could get people inside important places from the backdoors. Two hours later, Chuck received his call again. He clicked the button on his watch and a holographic face appeare

Elara and I both gasped when we saw Kael dribbling the ball toward the basket. “Looks like there’s no sound,” Voss said. “Video only.” As we watched, the scene played in real time. I looked through the three camera screens, trying to find the truck where Chuck had taken his last breath. In the corner of one camera, I spotted his truck. “There’s Chuck,” I said while pointing at the smallest screen. Voss clicked on it and made it larger so it covered most of the screen. The camera was aimed at the public bathroom area, but part of the back parking lot could still be seen. The hood and part of the windshield of the truck were visible.