Fuller House Charles Novels & Stories

Jay said, “Don’t overthink it. Roxie’s fine. It’s just that in the past two days, she’s become ill. When your mommy was staying with her and chatting with her, Six told your mommy that she wants to see her parents.” Jenson nodded at this. “I see.” Hence, Jenson came to Charles’ house while accompanied by Whitney. It was a detached villa that was decorated particularly gorgeously. The value of the house would perhaps not be less than 15 million dollars. This made Jenson sigh sorrowfully. Charles was truly an unkind person. How could he live his life so extravagantly without longing for his daughter who was cast away? Jenson still had no idea how bizarre, cold-hearted, and cruel Roxie’s parent

If anyone hired her that would men they was going against Max… No agency was that stupid to do such a thing. The job at China Beauty was providing her with the bare minimum and now she still needed to provide for her son.. She pulled her phone out and texted Charles.. We need to talk … Charles was busy arguing with his wife about him never being home. Since his wife stunt at China Beauty Charles has been staying in his apartment across town. Charles how dare you not come home? The neighbors are starting to talk and you seem to not care about this dilemma you have created.. Have a nice day? You are still stubborn as usual…

A mocking chuckle vibrated through Charles’s chest. “You’ve got a lot of nerve for a rookie, Nurse Browne,” Charles murmured, straightening to his full, imposing height. He took a step forward, using his tall body to crowd her into the glass side table. “But let’s get something straight. This is my house. I dictate exactly what happens under this roof, not the other way around. I don’t care what kind of papers you signed. To me, you are a nobody. If I don’t want you here, you don’t stay.”

He said that he will fight for me. I will do the same. I quickly go to where he sells but I didn't saw Charles. I go back to Pop and asked him about Charles but he said that he quit his job days ago as well. I don't know that. "where is he now?" I asked. I don't know where he lives. "at my apartment. He lives with me as he said that he left his home as well. Miss Lorna listen, he sacrificed his work and his house to fight for you. I hope both of you will fix this" he answered.

"Because after all, here you are. Within my grasp." Mitch chuckled inwardly to himself, "Do you want to come in?" He asked. "Come in." He pressed stepping aside to open the door. Charles looked hesitant to follow the much larger man into an enclosed space, but his pride did not let him back down. He pointed his nose to the air, threw back his shoulders, and went into the house. Mitch smirked and closed the door. "My mate did tell me a lot about you," He said when they were inside. "How you were an egotistical bastard who thinks he is always right and better than everyone else."

“I’m sorry. I can’t do that.” Penelope’s smile sharpened like a blade. “I know about your wife. About her medical bills. Your daughter Rachael... still in Ohio State, right? What if she had a little accident? Maybe loses her inhaler during an asthma attack? Or slips, breaks her back? These things happen, don’t they?” Charles’s jaw clenched. Rage boiled beneath his skin. “Don’t you dare touch my family,” he growled. “Then don’t make me,” Penelope replied, voice satin-smooth.

There were tons of maids who picked up after Asher and so he didn't have to grill his own damn steak. Anyway, since he was now the 'resident omega', he could sit his ass down, relax and let the 'alphas' handle it. Sue him for hating menial labor. Charles laughing at something Ethan said drew his attention to both men again and Asher stared at his father. Honestly, Charles had really transformed. It was like a miracle. The times Asher had come across Charles all these years, the man had been barely sober, reeking of alcohol and vomit while being unkempt and nearly underwegiht with a stench around him.

He comforted the uneasy Susan with a gentle voice before he gave me a meaningful look and left. The sight of the shut door made me sigh in relief. The next day, Charles came to me saying I should move out of the room so that Susan and Zach could move in. His reason? He was used to this room, and Zach was still young, so he needed his company. “Zach is my only son. I want to give him the best of everything.” His serious and stern expression made me sick. I got up and rushed to the toilet. As I gagged into the toilet bowl, Charles came over and stared at me coldly. His voice was full of scorn. “Stop pretending. You’re not throwing anything up.”

“She won’t see you.” “Still my house.” Charles nodded. “I will take care of everything. Cleaning. Cooking. I will make sure nothing is out of place.” Marcus scoffed. “You? Cooking?” Charles pointed at him. “Don’t insult me.” Marcus laughed despite himself. “This is insane.” “Insane times call for insane measures,” Charles said. Marcus studied him for a long moment, searching his face. “You really like her.” Charles didn’t hesitate. “I do.” “Enough to stop asking her for money?”

Charles takes a few more steps and crosses his arms “ You'll be fine? “ Ask me, because you know that I want to go back to my routine, have the house to myself, go back to my work and more, I want to see my wife. “I go… “ You don't want to move? Live somewhere else?" “ Why would I do that. “ I look at him pretending I don't understand. “ You know why! This is where you were stabbed…you almost died." “ But here I am alive! These are just memories that will pass away..." “ You can rent this house or sell it! You don't need to stay here. “ Charles I insisted, but I realize that he is repelled by the house.