Fanfiction Chuck Novels & Stories

He walked slowly and sat on the table while he looked at May to say. "You have changed a lot. You have really taken bad habits." She kept her gaze on him and, without losing momentum, answered. "There is no worse habit than letting a secretary suck your dick even when you have a girlfriend ..." The sound of those words under the temperature throughout the room and a look of remorse appeared on Chuck's face, who, looking at the floor, nodded and calmly said as he stood up. "Fine! But if we're going to do this. Let's make a deal."

He clenched his fists. "She's great, Chuck. She didn't learn on you, did she? I bet she sucked a lot of boyfriends before she settled for you. Ooh, baby, yeah, I like that. Was she a hooker before she met you? She plays the skin flute like a pro." More clenching, but he'd got control of himself. Too bad. "Wanna make a bet on her pussy?" Hot hate from his eyes, but no words. Oh well, can't have everything. Anyway, I figured I shouldn't overstay my welcome. "Chuckie baby, the urge to come in your sweet wife's sweet

"Hey goregous sounds like your having a party but who's choking. 'Oh drat you caught me again Chuck's choking cause I told him that it doesn't fall out anymore.' I really don't want to know what doesn't fall out anymore. Was wondering if the kids and I could come for some chili." "Sure we need some more men here to even the odds out. No like these odds better tell him to get his own." `Well considering that one of those women is mine tell Brand he needs to go get his own. Who's all there?' Chuck, Mari, Debbie, Jason, myself, Fionna, Brand, Ursula, and of course Brenda. `Kay think I better come I don't trust that Brand he's a pretty slippery charecter of course so is Chuck. Love you goregous

He did not apologize nor mention our baby, and I said nothing. Tania came by the next day to show me the images recorded by the car's dashcam. The first picture showed Chuck standing next to the car door where my seat was with his hand on the bent frame of the door. The second picture showed him turning away from the back seat to pull open the door where Sandi was. I stared at the picture while my fingers pressed hard on it. That was when I realized that Chuck's excuse that everything happened too fast was a lie. All he did was choose another woman over me.

Chuck asked as he had another sip of his drink. She responded, "I've been divorced for almost 2 years now." Chuck sat there and looked at her for 20 or 30 seconds and then said, "Really. If that's so then what's that discoloration on your ring finger? You know what I think," he said, "I think you want to get Fucked tonight by somebody other than your husband."

Chuck's voice was trembling when he asked, "Are you saying that our feelings can't compare to what you have with Oliver, even though you've only known him for a few months?" As I looked at him, I couldn't help but feel that this entire situation was incredibly ridiculous. It had already come to this, but he still believed that the problem lay in the amount of time I had known Oliver. "Do you still remember the day I had my miscarriage, Chuck?" Chuck whipped his head up. His eyes were sparkling as if he didn't expect me to bring up that incident.

“No wonder he’s always extra friendly with the new female interns… so that’s why.” “I’ve always found him creepy—the way he looks at women gives me the chills.” Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire—some expressed disbelief, while others admitted they had long suspected something was off. Chuck’s face turned deathly pale. He pointed a trembling finger at Aurora, his voice cracking. “You’re lying! This is slander! When have I ever harassed anyone?” Aurora chuckled coldly, her eyes brimming with ridicule. “Chuck, are you really going to stand there and deny sending suggestive texts to female colleagues?

Chuck had always loved pulling shit like this. “You really think it’s funny to disappear for years and then come back with some cock and bull story?” I said, taking a long sip this time, letting the burn slide down my throat. “Not funny, pal.” Silence settled between us for another minute. Then Chuck spoke again, his voice completely serious. “Remember I used to tell you I had a brother in jail for fraud?” All traces of amusement had vanished from his face. When Chuck looked like this, he wasn’t playing around.

"It's okay, Sweety. Come here, accompany me. Tonight, you are on my booking list. My nephew is a little stiff. He's like his father, who died young because he lived too straight." "Uncle, I didn't come here to hear Uncle gossip about my late father. My father is at peace in heaven," said John angrily. "Okay, okay." Chuck pulled the girl into his lap. The middle-aged man kissed the girl's neck while handing John a piece of paper. "Sweety, your body smells really good. Can your game be as great as I imagine?" Chuck fondled the girl in his lap while waiting for John, who was reading his paper. "Ah, sir. Of course, don't doubt my abilities." The girl also compensated for Chuck's pervertedness by

Chuck left Hopeful Faith and returned to his mansion. He headed directly to the basement. Gwen was leaning against the corner of the cage, resting, when suddenly footsteps woke her up. Chuck kicked the food placed in front of the cage. "You're not eating or drinking! I'll see how long you can last!" Gwen opened her eyes and looked at him with icy contempt. Chuck got infuriated. He punched the cage so hard that it shook. "Do you think Yvonne will come and rescue you soon?" Chuck sneered.