Gage Charles National Anthem Novels & Stories

For all I know, it could be another one of his goddamn tests. He has established again that there's really nowhere else to run and I am pushing the retriever side of me and just completely accepting this life. Charles is a man who's so obsessed with winning and giving that a pure submission should make things fine, right? I closed my eyes and opened them when I heard Anthony's soft giggles. Charles has the same kind of eyes as he did.

“And I need a plus one for this. It would give you a chance to meet other people, and learn more. I also need you to make notes and records for, learn about the people that would be there, and the ones I should get as my allies.” Learn about the people that favoured Charles, or any of the other contestants. An information Charles would surely want too. “When is this fundraiser?” He seemed a bit shocked I agreed so willingly, his eyebrows raised with hid lips pressed together. “This weekend.” The wrinkles at the side of his lips denoted just how old he was. Charles was much younger looking, he was always obsessed with the way people saw him. He slid a card towards me. A black express card, “G

Banners bearing the pack crest stir in the gentle breeze. Music begins, low and resonant. Rylan stands at the altar in formal attire, a dark suit tailored to his frame, silver embroidery at the cuffs. He tries to appear composed. Kai leans in beside him. “You are sweatinggg.” “I am not.” “You are.” “Be silent.” Charles stands a few paces behind them, the crown resting lightly upon his head for what will be the final time in ceremony. The music shifts. All heads turn. Lira steps into view at the end of the aisle.

“She’s more family to me than you will ever be. Watch yourself, Charles.” Charles sent a punch flying in his direction, but it never landed. Security was there to bundle him out. Charles cursed and called him all awful names under the sun. He didn’t care as he adjusted his suit and made his way into the hall, right when his name was called to give a speech before the donation for the night began.

“Charles, are you okay?” Charles spoke politely, “I am fine, Aunt Samantha. Oh yes, if you were to meet Darby, ahem, Darryl, please let him know that I wish Lily and him all the best… all the best.” He was so nervous that he almost called out President Darby. At that moment, Charles had cold sweat all over his body. Luckily, he managed to stop, otherwise if he made President Darby unhappy, there will be no further collaboration with Audi Corporation.

And before Charles could reply, the old man let go of him and then commanded, "Make the damn call now!" Glaring at his father, Charles walked towards his phone and picked it up, pressing the button to connect it with Chief Rasch's line. He listened for a second as the phone rang, then placed the receiver to his ear. After waiting for a bit of time, a voice spoke on the other side of the line, "Charles, right now is not the best time to tal-" "I want all charges against Ethan Rider dropped and the records against him wiped out... Immediately." Charles said.

This is the second attempt and if this failed, he had to use his grandfather and the other guests’ authority to take down the General. There was one spectator at first. Later, the number of spectators kept on increasing in the digit. All of them were waiting for what was going on and what is going to happen. Charles started moving while following a woman. His face wasn’t visible on the camera installed in the pendant he was carrying but his body was apparent in the CCTV footage. He was wearing a sexy top and a short skirt. His hair has a wavy black wig and he also put on light makeup to define his face’s features. He walked like a woman on the catwalk. Charles is beautiful and unrecognizable

Laughter and music drifted from the open terrace, where the family gathered for what Charles had insisted on to be an intimate celebration—only family, no press, no outsider. I wore a deep emerald gown that hugged my frame elegantly, understated yet striking. My hair was swept back, exposing the quiet confidence in my composure. And Max wore a tailored black and red suit. He rested his hand lightly at the small of my back as we stepped into the warm glow of the gathering. The moment we entered, attention shifted. “There he is! Max!” Charles yelled. “Well done, my boy.” Some of the senior staff joined in celebrating with the family as they all lifted their glasses, and applause rippled throug

Charles's voice echoed through Nathan's phone, cutting through the ambient sounds of the office. Startled by the unexpected call, Nathan hastily answered, "Hello?" "Did you see the news, Nathan?" Charles's tone held a sly satisfaction, a hint of delight at the unfolding events. Nathan furrowed his brows, glancing at his computer screen, where numerous tabs displayed the latest news articles. "What news are you talking about?" "GRACE Corporation, my friend. Looks like Hunter Brown is in hot water," Charles declared, relishing every word.

Or a lure to draw my stalker out? The two teams came out amidst wild cheering; Naomi joined in, along with some loud wolf whistles at the sight of number sixty-nine and forty-four. They must have heard her because Ethan's face split into a grin as he waved up at her, while Javier gave her a salute and a wink. Everyone stood as the Canadian national anthem came on and the crowd sang. Shifters or not, they took great pride in their country, and she grinned as they sang "?glorious and free," so true when it came to shifters in this beautiful land.