Gage Charles National Anthem Novels & Stories

I asked, following her toward the edge of the camp where the supply wagons were parked. "Not hurt, exactly," she sighed, rubbing her temples. "Just... complicated." We went over to where Charles was sitting on the back of a wagon. My jaw dropped. He had dark, wet bloodstains smeared around his mouth, which wasn't unusual for a vampire, but he was currently singing at the top of his lungs. And it was bad. He was belting out some ancient-sounding ballad, completely off-key, and swaying dangerously from side to side.

Janet wore a confident smile, her eyes never leaving Charles' hand. However, just as Charles was about to reveal the number, he paused dramatically, teasing the crowd, "Who do you all hope it is?" "Me, me, me!" came the chorus of responses. Charles smirked again and finally said, "The number is…" He raised an eyebrow and finished saying, "I quite like this number—520."

It’s not like I’ve haven’t considered giving that to Vera for her to sign but I doubt she’ll be able to cover us up. But from what Nathan’s saying the oath written in the NDA must be strong enough to silence someone. Hmm, I’m sure going to try this out. “That sounds incredible, buddy.” I comment with a soft tone. “I know right?” He chuckles and this time I grin at him even though he can’t see that. I walk back to my computer after we end the call and refocus on the loads of emails I was glancing through. “Sir.” Charlie’s voice impales the silence that clouds the atmosphere and I looked up to see him jerking his head inside the office through the door.

she said with a shy shrug. “Don’t be modest. Let’s say we shake this party up a bit,” Charles said with a grin. He felt inspired by the picture of the little girl above the fireplace. “What do you have in mind, Charles?” Max asked seriously. “Nothing that requires her to remove her clothes, Max, so relax. I just need her vocal talents. Do you know the words to ‘To Be Around You’ by Mariah Carey?” “I know every Mariah Carey song ever written, but I can’t sing that,” she stressed.

Ordinary shifters would not take such a massive risk against a prime Alpha. There was a heavy knock on the oak door, and Charles hung up the shortwave line without another word, walking over to the iron latch and throwing it back. Chloe Bennett was standing in the dark corridor with a long, sullen face, the black wool wrap hanging loose around his scarred throat. "Can I choose my own colors and hair binding for the stadium walk, Charles?"

I nodded towards him. "I wouldn't have sent you alone that's for sure." I linked arms with him then. When we reached the gates of the outpost they were standing open for us. Charles was waiting just a few feet inside with a huge smile. He had on a beautiful white fur coat that reached his knees in length. He had on a black turtle neck and leggings that had a galaxy moving across them. He forgot shoes though this time. I caught he was still wearing that charm bracelet. Silas walked up and then smiled at him.

“Should I leave you here, sir?” asked as he rolled to a stop by the Holypark. “Yes, it's here.” “Is it not a bit crowded?” “Don't worry about that, I'll manage.” Charles sighed. Halesbert climbed out of the car, and opened the car door for Charles. Charleston hopped out, wearing his brown parka, and pulling his hoodie over his tousled dark coffee hair.

“Wait. Why do you ask?” “It’s nothing,” Gabriel dismissed. “Never mind what I said—” “Ah! I think I know,” Charles snapped. “I saw it. I remember seeing it as a brand logo. A tattoo, I guess.” “A tattoo?” I repeated. “Yes.” Charles looked at me. “Is this some kind of black monkey in a pentagram star? I’m not sure.” “Yes, that’s it. Where have you seen it?” Gabriel questioned, but it sounded as if it was like a test, and he was the teacher, while Charles was the student.

“There. You stopped.” “I don't like being the one pressed on the wall.” Angelo smirked. “Hey, Nick.” He looked at him seriously. "Hmm?" He said nothing but he suddenly pulled his nape and kissed him torridly. All Charles knows is that kissing isn't the only thing that'll happen between them. WEEKS passed and finally, their fifth anniversary came. Charles did not regret Narae's choice of their fashion designer, as well as the song for the start of the program. Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 ft. Christina Aguilera.

ECSTATIC, Mary stammered, "Of course it will! Mr. Astor, you are considerate! Rest assured, our coach will not disappoint." Charlie took out his grandfather's wallet, which contained a row of Centurion credit cards—commonly referred to as the "black card." Charlie took out one of the black cards and handed it to Mary. Mary was so shocked that she held it carefully, trying to control her expression with trembling hands, but her fingers couldn't help but quietly touch the card underneath. "Th-thank you, Mr. Astor! I'll go settle the bill for you! Please feel free to look around!"