Chuck Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After a pause, he finally asked, "You... got married?" I took a sip of water. "No. IVF." Rich, pregnant, no husband—it's a solid life. I added, "What? You're not with Ella?" Chuck shook his head. "I... didn't love her. I only looked after her out of pity. Don't get it twisted. After we broke up, it was over." He kept going, but I shut him down. "Save it. I don't care. Half that money was yours. If you really need help, I'll lend you some. Basic human decency. I'm not as vicious as you claimed."

"I didn't, nor do I care to. I know her kind. She must have said such to play hard to get, to make us beg her." Bullshit! "Fix what you did, Silva." "I didn't..." "I don't care. You must marry her." He breathed out, turned, and headed to the door before I spoke. "I will not marry such an egotistic and self-deluding CEO." "We will see about that." Kiara freaking Monera. You really are playing with the wrong person. --- ### ONE MONTH LATER ### KIARA'S POV "Aunty, Chuck pulled my hair." The little cutie whined, rubbing her hair. I turned my gaze to Chuck, who was stuffing his face with candy.

For her, I can endure this ache. Shutting off the lights, I headed for bed. All I wanted was to crash and dream of Aurelia. To relive what happened on my sofa and probably jerk off. Okay, so I’m going to jerk off. But of course, I don’t get to do that. I groan as my phone starts ringing. At least it’s not John. “Chuck? What’s wrong?" I questioned. “I can’t just call to chat?" he asked. His tone was trying to sound light, but I know him. He’s faking his.

She wiggled her butt at him as he squirted in her again. Then, after an hour of cuddling, he let her be on top. Chuck was hard when he arrived at the farm to pick up the twins. He’d been waiting all week to get a chance to be with them again. He’d planned in great detail exactly how he was going to probe their naked pussies with his fingers, and rub at their young clitties. He had dreams of getting them so worked up ... of being so good at getting them off ... that they’d just flop back and demand to be fucked. Such are the dreams of young men. Most young men know they’re dreams, and don’t expect reality to be quite that good, but it’s fun to dream the dream.

He was getting a rise out of this, and I found my anger flaring. “You say she’s your fated mate, but then why are you sleeping with another woman?” I asked before I could think better of it. His eyes turned into slits as he glared at me. “It was just a misunderstanding that we cleared up the other day. She knows how I feel about her, and she’s prepared to run away with me if that’s what it takes,” Chuck boasted, a smug smile on his lips; he was acting as if he had already won.

Chuck burst out laughing, “Are you a gentleman? Or me?” “Neither…” “Then that’s it!” Chuck kept pinching her. They fought and played just like siblings. The driver looked at them and smiled happily, thinking of his own two children. Chuck had never met a girl as interesting as Scarlett. She smoked, drank alcohol, raced cars, and played snooker. He got along with her better than he did with any of his girlfriends. When they were together, he felt completely at ease. Chuck felt glad that they were good buds– best friends, even.

His mom handed him some money as he kissed her cheeks before hugging his sister to go out. "Guys, I am leaving for Jack's apartment. I will keep you updated. If mom calls tell them we will stay the weekend at Parker okay"? He sent a message in his group chat and instantly got thumbs up. "Let’s go Mr. Charles. Let’s see how long can you resist me". He smirked pulling off his glasses and smiled sweetly as he saw Jack sitting inside the cafe waiting for him. ---- Tabby -----

my hips bucking toward his touch. "You like that?" he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot as he nips at the skin there. "Yes," I breathe, my voice already ragged. He pushes a finger inside me, then two, curling them to stroke that spot that makes my thighs tremble. I moan louder, "Oh god, right there," my pussy clenching around him as he pumps steadily, his thumb still working my clit. The pressure builds fast, heat coiling tight in my core.

“I know, I know. I’m too damn protective of her, but she’s so innocent.” His daughter may be innocent in the strictest sense of the word, but the way she’s rubbing her ass against my cock is definitely showing me a different side. “Just the idea of some guy putting his hands on her makes me want to kill someone,” Chuck says. I reach down and cup her pussy, marveling at how it’s already so fucking wet, and say, “What if he’s a pretty decent guy with good intentions?” Chuck laughs and says, “I’d still want to kill him.” Good to know.

Jack said to Dylan, "Because he's the guy who chants like 'men should work to earn money' and he says stuff like that." Everyone laughed. Chris asked Chuck, "What about you? Are you still flirting around with your colleagues?" Chuck answered, "What's wrong with that? I'm good at it so I do it." Dylan asked, "Hey guys, Help me out to pick the girl from here." Everyone looked at the girls while I was still drinking the beer in my glass. Chris shouted, "Hey, I have something to tell you guys. I'm finally in a relationship after chasing the love of my life."