Elizabeth X Charlie Novels & Stories

Glass showered down around them. Eloise lifted her head from the sidewalk, assessing her arms and legs, then looked frantically around for her son. He lay next to Elizabeth, his shirt torn and scratches covering his arms and face, but otherwise unharmed. Ellie lay on the sidewalk, her eyes closed. She had passed out next to him, finally at ease. An eerie calm had descended on her body. The effort of the last ten minutes had taken her energy and she would be at rest for awhile. Eloise looked up at Richard as he ran toward her.

Elizabeth couldn't tell if she should be happy or sad that her initial plan was ruined due to Xander involvement at first. Talking about Xander, her eyes went out the window. It's been a while since she last saw her stepson. If anything, she would have kept her eyes on him, but one thing she had learned about the Hemsworth men is how much of a coward they are. They would go to any length to save their heads. It makes Elizabeth feel good about herself, knowing how much she could do to ruin a person's life.

Felix had slapped him and threatened, "Keep yelling, and I'll make sure you can't yell anymore." Elio watched with a hint of glee when Charlie was slapped. He felt good about it. After all, he did not need to get his hands dirty dealing with a lowlife like Charlie, and it would not blow his cover with the Jones family. It was a win-win. Xareny's brows knitted together. She thought Charlie had it coming, but that was her place, and those mysterious men did not even ask before they took someone away. She did not appreciate being ignored.

“She will get charred just by your eyes and no need to call for Lucifer, Olive” “Oh, God, you know I have a thing for a British accent. I love Tom Ellis,” Charlie announced. “I know, and why it is related to what we are talking about?” I tilted my head to Charlie’s side. She rolled her eyes. “Your mom said, Xandry’s great-grandparents were from England,” emphasizing the last word. “And so?”

he whispered in disbelief. Elena sensed his presence. She did not avoid him. Instead, she stopped right in the middle of the ballroom, waiting for Charlie to approach. When only two steps remained between them, Charlie halted. He stared at Elena, searching for the remnants of the pitiful woman he had once driven out into the pouring rain. There was nothing left. The woman standing before him now radiated a suffocating dominance. “You’re... alive?” Charlie’s voice cracked violently. “How is this possible—”

"But Charles, he's also inside with Valeria. We must do something to him too. Maybe don't kill him, just hurt him enough so that he can still do things for me in the future." "No problem. Now, tell me more about it." Elizabeth turned and left with the tea. She didn't dare to linger around any longer after listening to what they were planning. However, Elizabeth was glad that Savannah and Charles were finally planning to kill Valeria. She hated Valeria and wanted her dead, but she couldn't understand why Charles and Savannah wanted the same. Perhaps it was because of the fact that Valeria was Natalie's daughter. If so, Elizabeth wondered who the other guy they were talking about was.

“And you too.” Charlie nodded once. “I’m here for security only.” Elisa giggled like he’d told her she won the lottery. “What? Security?” Sky smacked her lips dramatically. “Don’t listen to him, Elisa. Charlie likes to pretend like he is in the CIA or something.” Sky said it loud enough that several people turned their heads. A few snorted. That only made Elisa giggle harder, fluttering her lashes. “I think it’s hot how serious he is all the time,” she said.

And now that it is kindled, it's really hard to stop this wildfire. No woman had ever made him lose his sanity over the passion for flesh. More and more, deeper and deeper, until she finally lost a grip on herself and screamed. The heavier rain outside muffled their moans as they reached the climax that they have longed for. The night ended with their bodies under each other's warmth. For Elizabeth, it was the first. For Aleksander, it's like he found home in the arms of this strange woman.

Carla explained with spite. What Carla said sent Lizzie through series of flashbacks of how Mr. Hill made her do questionable things for him. Trying to doubt Carla she said, “It’s not true.” “Prove me wrong then, show me a ring at least so I’ll know he truly loves you for who you are.” “I don’t have one.” Lizzie sadly said. “Then don’t forget who you are, a stripper from papayas club.” Carla said with a smirk. “Cox sends her regards, your price money really helped the club improve indefectibly.”