Chuck From Angry Bird Novels & Stories

It was a realm where the weak faltered and the strong triumphed, where the relentless pursuit of power defined their existence. As anticipated, Jake emerged on the horizon, driving his trusty blue pickup truck with Chuck by his side. The expression on Chuck's face revealed his astonishment at the sight of Glenn, whose presence he had not expected. Turning to Jake, Chuck asked, "What does this mean, Jake? Why is Glenn here?"

Chuck’s clothes were gone, and even the hair on his body had been fried from being struck by lightning. He looked an absolute mess now that he only had one arm left and a bright, bald head. He stared coldly at Chase while being cautious about Chase attacking him again. His voice was full of hate as he said, “How dare you chop my arm off, Chase Collins?! You must die!” Chuck transformed into a stream of light while Chase braced himself for what was coming next. Chuck did not even look back as he flew out of Dragon Tiger Mountain. What was he doing? He was escaping!

Gwen was lying in the cage, her ankle chained up. Chuck went closer to see that Gwen's eyes were already open. "You're up?" Gwen looked at him coldly and questioned through gritted teeth, "Chuck Jensen, what the hell are you trying to do?" "Nothing. I just don't want to let you go." Chuck reached out and caressed the cage. He smiled creepily. "Ms. Hawk, do you like the place I've prepared for you?" Gwen's heart sank. Chuck seemed like a changed person. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing! She should never have let down her guard and drank the cup of tea he had given her!

She moaned in protest. “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” Chuck said huskily as he rose. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up to sit on the edge of the counter. “Open the package downstairs to see what I got for you.” Beverly knew what it was all too well. She unbuttoned his jeans and quickly unzipped them. Then she shoved them down his hips along with his white Haynes. His pale five-inch erection bobbed about. Chuck grabbed the wayward rod. Beverly spread her legs wide. Chuck began to dock, easing in.

Shyu who fiddled around with a hair protruding out of a mole—at the corner of his face—before leaving with a huff. Now alone again, Chuck quickly continued brewing the medicine… However, it wasn’t long after when he sensed someone standing behind him! Looking back, he was shocked to see a young man—who had his hands against his back—standing right behind him! “W-who are you…? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here…” muttered the surprised Chuck. “Who am I? Why don’t you take a closer look at my face?” replied Gerald with a smirk. After saying that, Gerald’s face began to shift… and within seconds, he looked exactly like Chuck!

Why does it feel like there is more to that word ‘safe’ I am probably just over thinking things (sighs subconsciously) “And these are your guards, Chucks and Luther. Chucks is 23 and would be your far guard, watching out for anything suspicious. He is really good at his job and amongst the best in his training at the Nigerian Army. Since, this is just temporary, he was allowed to Take up this job as a personal guard” Shawn said but I chipped in.

Jenna was always the cure of his depression and sorrow, and now even fury. “Don’t you ever go to the tree unless I order you to!” He responded, in a low and angry voice. “Ok. At all your request, your Royal Highness.” I had to behave politely just because the damn animal Chuck was back. Thinking about this, I finally remembered the previous question I had ever asked him, and he didn’t answer it. “Damn! I was asking you about the appearing of Chuck. Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?” “How did you know that?” He suspected. “I didn’t ever tell you anything about it.”

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?”

Chuck said calmly, “Aren’t you in the eye of the storm right now? I’m going to Hong Kong for a few days, and I would be grateful if you could come with me. Believe me, your mates at school will quickly forget about the whole Sandler Scholarship nonsense. If you disappear for a while, they’ll just forget who you are.” “I know, I want a break from it all. I don't have enough money to travel right now, though.” Chuck snorted and said, “You don’t need to worry about the money. Pack your stuff and get here. I’ll see you at the airport in an hour. Scarlett decided to believe only half of what Chuck had told her on the phone. In case this was all just some elaborate prank, she did not pack up any c

"Igor said you would meet me at the docks." "We didn't see you there." I press my hand to my side, where there's a painful stitch. Something blue and tiny emerges from Chuck’s pocket and jumps onto his shoulder. My mouth drops open, and I point at it, flabbergasted. “There … there’s …” The little creature, who I now see is humanoid and with wings, chitters at me like a bird. Chuck looks down at his shoulder. “That’s Nenee.” I glance at Alec, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit about the little creature. He’s too busy looking over his shoulder, scoping out the area around us.