Chuckie From Shameless Now Novels & Stories

Jasmine opened her mouth to try to come up with an explanation until it clicked, she arched her brow and seeing the grin on Chucks' face, she shook her head. "So we've got jokes, huh?" "And a lot of other stuff, like real friends below the age of forty-five." Jasmine's eyes sparked with interest momentarily, but then she sighed realising what Chucks was doing. He was trying to divert her attention from her first question. "Stop fronting, Chucks. How are things back at home?"

The next moment saw Chuck instantly turning into a shard of shadow as he vanished. Oh no! Chase leaped and instantly evaded into a distance. Chuck appeared where Chase had been standing. There was a huge hole in the chest of his black clothes. His chest was slightly dented. Chase’s punch had managed to hurt Chuck. Chuck wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips and stared hard at Chase. He said slowly, “I can’t believe you managed to injure me when I was careless, Chase Collins. Unfortunately, this is all you can achieve with your very best. Prepare to die now!”

By Monday morning, the bruise on Brielle’s cheek had nearly faded, reduced to a faint yellow bloom beneath her concealer. Most people wouldn’t notice. But her friends would. She stared at herself in the mirror for a long time before leaving the dorm—tilting her face, testing angles, practicing her smile like it was armor. Like if she just smiled right, no one would ask. At lunch, the air was thick with spring heat and the smell of bread and mustard. She met Talia and Celia at a quiet sandwich shop across from campus and slid into the booth like nothing was wrong.

At this rate, my carefully laid plans wouldn’t last through the night, let alone all the way to Sunday. “Hey, breathe, Liam.” Chuck’s laughter slowly dwindled. Placing his hand on my shoulder again, he shook me much gentler this time, as if offering support more than mockery now. “This isn’t a big deal.” Looking at him, I tried to gauge the truthfulness in that statement. “It isn’t?” “No,” Chuck said. “That wasn’t Joanna,” I said. “No, it wasn’t,” Chuck said. “I don’t know who that was, and I don’t want to know. She’s very pretty. You have good taste –”

MICHELA; “Be serious, Jemy,” I muttered into the phone, holding it between my ear and shoulder while I pushed the closet door wider. “The last time that lady was here she practically called me round.” Jemy’s laugh crackled through the speaker. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” “It is!” I blurted. I yanked out one outfit after another, tossing them onto my bed in a messy pile. I needed to look better tonight. I was tired of the insults, especially the ones that came from Tracey’s sharp tongue and demeaning stares.

Adrian inquired about Chuck's situation, and Adaline replied, "I haven't been able to contact Chuck either. His father passed away, and the company compensated him with one hundred and seventy thousand dollars. "Later, he got together with a girl and they got married soon after," Adaline continued, “After he got married, we didn't keep in touch much. Two years ago, when I contacted him, his wife answered the phone and even accused me of seducing Chuck. After that, I tried to contact him again, but his phone was out of service."

Chuck smiles devilishly and says—now in the thickest surfer dude accent I’ve ever heard, “Hey, sorry dude, but ya know I gots to keep up my rep, right?” It takes a lot to throw me off foot, but this fucker has certainly pulled the rug out from under me. Jason smirks at my apparent look of bewilderment, and explains, “Chuck grew up in San Diego, but realized before we started our training that no one was likely to take him seriously as an assassin with a So Cal surfer accent, so he decided to go for the opposite extreme and adopted his mafioso personality and accent. We’d been working together for almost two years before he let me in on his ‘little secret’.” “First impressions are everything,

Now they were surrounded, and Chuck looked terrified. Not such a tough guy now, huh, Chuck? “We heard something interesting tonight,” Demetri said to Chuck. “Do you want to explain yourself?” Chuck let out an uncomfortable laugh, and he glanced at Rainey. I fisted my hands at my sides. He had no right to be in her presence never mind look at her. “We were just messing around,” he said. “Remember what I told you about your mouth,” Demetri said in a low voice. “Yeah,” Chuck said. “Sorry.”

“Okay, sorry. I am really bad at telling jokes but at least I am trying to give you a good one.” “I know, and I appreciate the effort there.” “So, do you want to shout out your frustrations and anger right now? I will not laugh at you, I promise. In fact, I can look out for the surroundings for you. You know, just in case someone will hear and they need an explanation. I am much, much willing to do the honor.” Chuck took his body off the hand trail and just moved behind me. He anchored both of his hands over my shoulders and I felt his long shuddering fingers trembling as it touched my skin.

“Good. Now… what happened?” I told her everything. How I left the studio early because I’d forgotten an important script. Only to come home and walk straight into that pornographic scene. Chuck on top of Daisy, her legs thrown up like she was doing some yoga pose for Playboy while Chuck moaned like a man who had just tasted the seventh heaven. By the time I finished talking, Camille was practically fuming on the other end. “That lowlife piece of shit! I always knew Chuck had trash energy, but this?” she snapped. “In your bed? After everything you've done for him? That asshole has no soul!”