Fuller House Charles Novels & Stories

Dennis replied, standing in front of Charles, aware that Charles didn’t like jokes. Charles could be friendly at times, but he could also be very disciplined and strict. "Alright, you can leave," Charles dismissed Dennis and thought about his chosen bride again. After the company closed for the day’s work, dressed in a black long coat, black trousers, black leather shoes, black gloves, and black socks, Charles set out to leave for home. Upon arriving home, he stepped out of his car and made his way into the mansion. He met some top guests who were visiting his parents and greeted them before heading upstairs to the third floor where his bedroom was located.

"I'll honor my promise. The entire Foster World Cup book will be under your control." That sentence was practically a public announcement. The next-generation betting heir of the Foster family might change.

“You know I don't mind right?'' Brandon asks with a devilish smile, as his hands gradually go to the back of his pants reaching out for his gun. “Well… I know… I know." Charles almost screamed while Carlson just let out a small laugh. “You two always act like cats and dogs.” he chuckles. “It's not that we act, he doesn't like to be nice and all I want is to bring some joy and light into that dark dead path of his” Charles complains, but Brandon only shrugs. They are the greatest of friends. Not only friends in need but friends in death. Charles is a highly talented surgeon in the country and pretty famous internationally as well. he works privately and operates an underground medical center

he said. "Thank you, Marc. This is Corey Price. He'll be staying with us indefinitely," Ethan introduced us. "It's good to have you here, Mr. Price," Marc smiled brightly. He seemed friendly enough. "Let's go inside. I called Charles and asked him to prepare some clothes for you." "Who is Charles?" I asked. "He takes care of this house. I guess he is sort of like my butler. You can ask him to get anything you need, and he'll do it," Ethan said,

She was much more. He would make her fall in love with him just as he had fallen for her. And that day was near. He could feel it. "Taylor and the family business is my priority, my life", Charles said firmly, a trace of contempt in his voice. "There’s no room for any other kind of distractions”. Bryan’s eyes shined with pride at his son’s words. “Spoken like a true Donovan", he said, with a nod. Charles smirked, pride swelling in his chest. Because he was.

Charles was silent. “I sent you more money can you do something for me Kendra?”. Charles said coldly. “Sure anything for you Charles”. “Are you sure?” . “Yes”. Heaving a deep sigh Charles spoke up. “Move to the U.S with him , I bought a house for you guys there”. Charles said staring at his table.

“I’ll let her stay somewhere else.” I pretended to be surprised, covering my mouth. “Oh Charlie, are you lying to me? You said you didn’t own any property besides this house and the office where your company operates.” And Charles was completely speechless. Yes, all this time he’d been focused on growing his company. So I knew for a fact that when it came to housing, he only had this house—no other place. If there was, it must be a new rent, and likely arranged after today.

professor MacPherson said. “I didn’t say you are not the landlord of your house. All I want is our security,” Charles said. “I think I understand what you mean; but before I take a decision I always seek the opinions of my wife,” professor MacPherson said as he gazed at Charles’ face. “C’mon, professor MacPherson, you are the man of the house; Charlotte is just a weak vessel,” Charles said. “I stand on my words,” professor MacPherson said.

“You sacrificed your marriage to keep her safe. If that’s a ‘wrong,’ then it’s one any man with a shred of sense would commit.” I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “Charles, and the price for that sense? I’ve signed up for it already. Now, the real question is: how am I supposed to survive in that house without dying?” Charles barked out a laugh. “You? Survive? My friend, you’re not trying to survive a storm. You’re trying to domesticate a hurricane.” He stood and pointed at me with a grin that was almost cruel. “You’ve got long painful days ahead of you. Live well while you still can. And hey—” he smirked— “don’t forget to put my name on your will, so when you’re gone I can run the company

She turned to him, and his blue eyes were locked on her, sharp and unreadable. “All right, looks like everyone’s gathered and very excited,” Charles said loudly, stepping into the center of the hall. “But don’t waste your energy yet. You just arrived, and I’ve planned a weekend full of fun activities. I hope this shows you that I’m not trying to ruin our relationship because of someone else’s mistake.” A shallow way to refer to his own daughter, like she was nothing more than a broken decoration. Money clearly meant more to him than blood. “And for that reason,” Charles continued, raising his voice, “the Hale family accepted my invitation.” His eyes landed on Tessa. “Believe me, Mrs. Hale. T