Gabe Good Luck Charlie Novels & Stories

Chelsea replied. Guy number two extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Shaun and this is my nosy friend, Max.” “I’m Chelsea and this…” She looked my way. “…is Charli.” Max lifted his brow. “You don’t look like any Charlie I’ve ever met.” “It’s Charli with an i.” He sat on the end of my chair. “Well, Charli with an i, would you like a drink or something?” I turned toward my half-filled glass of slushy. “I’m good, thank you. Besides, it’s not even noon. Isn’t that a little early for drinks?”

Henry helped Sophie fix her hair and whispered, "No rush. The ceremony will start soon." I didn't want to see them being lovey-dovey in front of me, so I floated to my mother-in-law's table and took a whiff of the dishes. God! They smelled delicious. "Mrs. Lloyd, I heard from Sophie that you had been feeling much better after receiving medications developed through placental extraction last time. Do you need more?" Just as the guests were wondering why the ceremony hadn't started yet, Henry's voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker. "Oh! I'm all well now, so it's okay." A female voice, which probably belonged to Sophie's mother, Amelia Smith, sounded immediately afterward.

Luke answers. “Wait are you saying…” Janessya says. “Yes, I am gay and Charlie and I have been together since the end of last year.” Chance admits. “I thought Charlie was short for Charlene or something like that. You told us that she went to school in Sydney.” Emmy points out.

I just stared at him in silence. Uncle Bernard took offense, convinced I was being disrespectful. His voice dripped with sarcasm as he said, "Well, well. Delia, now that your family's got money, you think you're too good for us poor relatives, huh? Not only do you have the nerve to raise a fist at us, but you won't even share a drink." Miley shoved the glass toward me, her eyes blazing like she'd pour it down my throat if I didn't cooperate. "Drink up, Delia!"

There’s some more silence on her end as she listens to the other person again, and then she heaves a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Don’t worry. I’ll be done with work by the time you get here. I'll come straight to the airport to get you, or wait for you if your flight hasn’t landed by then. Everything is going to be fine, you’ll see. Alright. You take care of yourself now, and I’ll see you later.” She finishes, her gaze looking troubled. I have no idea who was on the phone with her or what’s going on with the person, but I'm mesmerized by the care and kindness in Lucy’s voice.

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

Oh God, I needed to get laid and fast. While blow-drying my hair, a notification caught my eye. Checking my phone, I ran across a text message from an unknown number. "You have been invited to the Black&White Club for an unforgettable night. This is your VIP code so that you can treat yourself with free drinks and private dancers for your pleasure. The code is 45572837. We are waiting for you! Don't miss out this one in a lifetime opportunity to make your wildest fantasies come true ;)!"

—CHARLIE— Let’s get something clear. I don’t have bad luck. I make my own luck. I built a division of my father’s company from the ground up before I was twenty-five. I close deals that older men sweat over. My life is ordered, clean, and under my control. Always. That control doesn’t end at the office. It’s in the loft, the bar, the bedroom. I apply the same principle: identify the point of diminishing returns and exit cleanly.

Charms gasped as she slammed the laptop down. “What’s wrong Charms? What was the notification for?” Lucky asked her daughter as she looked her daughter face drained of color. “Mommy you remember when you found out we were leprechauns?” “Yes, I remember, what about it?” “Well, when you told me that if anyone ever found out we exist that people would start coming after us.” “Yes, I remember, what does that have to do with what’s on your computer? Lucky asked her heart beating fast. “Well, when you told me that, I set up an account on the supernatural blacksite. To notify me when there are new products and bounties posted. Well, that notification was for a bounty.” Charms said her voice trembli

He asked a blush creeping on his cheeks “She is good” I told him “Umm…is… Is she here today I didn’t see her “he ask the not meeting my eyes He is a looking so adorable right now “no she is not here , she has some issues to solve” I told him “Oh! Okay “, he said disappointedly ~ The party was over and I was searching for Lucas but I couldn’t find him I started at my phone and call my logs but hen I Remember I. Don’t. have. His. Freaking. Number