Chuck Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"You know that I don't break my promises." I knew that Chuck was making up excuses to appease me when he claimed that he was only giving Starlight Group to Rebecca Kerry for three months. In the past, I would tearfully ask why Chuck always took Rebecca's side. However, this time, I simply lowered my head and picked up the contract he had just signed. "I've already emailed you the company's handover checklist for the past few years." Chuck frowned when he realized that I was reacting differently than usual. Chuck was notorious within the finance circle for being a cold-blooded president. He had fallen in love with me at first sight back then and openly pursued me for two years before I marrie

I couldn’t risk the fame of him. “Where do you think you can go?” Chuck teleported to stop me. I was so hurried to escape from there that I ran into his arms. “Well, don’t get rush. Let’s slow down. How about a kiss frist?” He put his dirty hands on my shoulders and leaned over and ready to kiss me. I struggled and struggled. Eventually, I managed to break away his arms. “You are so different now!” Chuck still didn’t give up. “which is so thrilling. I found myself like you more.”

She moans into her daddy's mouth as her juices continuously coat his pistoning rod. Chuck is in a total dreamlike state as he sucks on Ellie's tongue. His doubts are once again exiled to a locked compartment inside his brain as he gives into his carnal desires and lives out his ultimate sexual fantasy. He's stupefied that this fantasy would come true. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he'd ever be thrusting his cock into his daughter's pussy!

But Because she was a coward she had decided to sneak into the house and so here she was because she couldn't accept the shopping spree Taiwo had offered, thanks but no thanks to the proud way she was raised and even though she had snuck in to avoid answering questions like the one Chucks was throwing at her, she was beginning to realize that she didn't think her plan through. The Little detail she had forgotten in her foolproof plan which was just beginning to look more like that of folly without proof was that Chucks was a nightcrawler and his room was just next to hers, so he could make out the rustling of her clothes, movement in her room because he was hyper-alert like that and a small

"Chuck, how could you do something like this?" Seeing that everything had been exposed, Chuck dropped the pretense altogether. His eyes reddened as he roared at Julie, "Why can't I? Because your heart has always belonged to Adam! I want him ruined—I want him gone! Then the spot as your husband will be mine!" "You're delusional!" Furious beyond restraint, Julie slapped him hard across the face. A bright red handprint immediately appeared on Chuck's cheek. Clutching his face, his expression twisted into something wild and venomous.

"D-Don't act like this, Chucky. You're scaring me." She started weeping, but Chuck wouldn't fall for it anymore. He slapped her hard and snarled, "You're still putting on an act to lie to me! I'd like to see how long you can keep this up!" I watched as things played out. Honestly, I couldn't understand why Chuck had believed something that superstitious so easily when he was supposed to be a man of science. Perhaps the more one learned of something, the more one feared it. Chuck released Valerie and came to me. She trembled violently on the couch. Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph."

He needed to get laid — properly, with a girl — and flush this bullshit out of his system. He pulled out his phone with slightly shaky hands and opened his contacts scrolling through dozens of willing girls. He was the captain of a professional AHL hockey team. He could get any girl he wanted. Chloe, the blonde ballerina who had been sending him flirty texts for weeks got his attention. Perfect. They'd met at competition few months back and she'd kept texting since then. She's the perfect girl for a quick hookup. She'd be glad he even looked her way. He typed quickly: What you doing tonight?

His only solace was that he was twenty-one and had plenty of time to figure out what was wrong with him. Khyle leaned back in his chair in a casual slouch, empty bottle resting on his thigh, and ventured a follow-up of his own. "Getting your dick sucked sounds great," he drawled. He didn't want to be outdone by the flamboyant bluenet, who had turned back to the TV. He watched Gunner's long eyelashes flutter twice and his azure eyes widen slightly. The younger man smirked. But he couldn't help it when his voice turned more thoughtful as he continued.

I sat up so Halsey could get a better look at my cum-covered body through the phone. “My dick’s still hard,” he said, breathing heavy. “Make her suck your dick, Chuck.” Chuck stood up, walked around the bed, and pushed his thick cock straight into my mouth. He started fucking my face roughly, right in front of the camera. His hands gripped my head tight as he thrust deep. “Suck my dick, you little slut,” he groaned. “Suck it like the slut you’ve always been.” He held my head with both hands and rammed his cock down my throat. I couldn’t even see the phone anymore, but I heard Halsey’s voice clearly:

Chuck chuckled. “It was getting interesting” Shira protested and Chuck laughed again. He now looked very tired. He yawned and closed his eyes. “Shira…” He called quietly. “Yes, Chucky?” “Can you promise me something?” He still had his eyes closed but sounded very serious. “Anything, Chuck” She said, sitting up on her chair. “If I die, will you and Mum promise not to grieve for too long?”