Gage Charles National Anthem Novels & Stories

Charlie Sr sneered, narrowing his eyes at the captain of the team. The Captain team snorted coldly "Everyone is allowed in, except you Sir Charlie Sr, is an order from your grandmother" The vein on Charlie Sr's forehead bulged as he fumed in rage, "to hell with such order!" he bellowed furiously. "It will be a disgrace to descend into fighting mere security men Sir Charlie Sr, do you want to ruin your reputation in Houston?" the Captain of the team asked coldly. Suppressing his rage, Charlie Sr hopped inside his car, he felt suffocated. He drove around the City and saw a job vacancy advertisement.

He replied “And where would you be heading sir?" “Chicago." Charles replied “Okay sir, how many tickets would you like to acquire?" Charles was about answering when his phone beeped. He checked it and saw it's a message from an unknown number. *The enemy of my enemy is my friend and the Friend of my enemy is my enemy. You're next Charleston Freeman>3* Charles furrowed his brows while reading the message. “Is everything okay sir?" The lady asked as she noticed the look on his face. “Umm four tickets please." Charles said and scrolled through his call log. He stopped when he saw Harry's number and dialed it but it couldn't connect.

Their laughter scraped at me, dredging up every fear and doubt since my world crumbled with Nathan. The silence grew thick, suffocating, but before I could stammer out a response, Charles's voice, smooth and sharp, sliced through it. "I wouldn't call it starting from scratch," he said, standing tall. "And I suggest you show some respect." The air crackled. Their mocking eyes darted to him, and a flicker of recognition lit their faces. "Charles Campbell," Garrett said, his voice switching from sneer to a grudging respect. "Heard whispers about you and Nathan Richards. Figured it wasn't a coincidence you'd be here."

“To a charity gala.” Nate froze. His grip on the bag tightened. Every drop of blood drained from his face. “Get ready,” she added, already walking to her room. “And don’t forget your mask.” The door slammed behind her. “Charity gala?” he muttered, dread washing over him. “No. No, no, no. It can’t be the same one.” Nate stared after her, wide-eyed. The irony hit him like a brick. He was supposed to be at that same gala tonight - as Nate Harrington, CEO of Harrington Enterprises.

’ I only said in my mind. After the two teams talked to their respective coaches, they all go to the center of the field to line up along with the referee. This is it! The game is really about to start. I can’t wait! But first of all, the announcer told us to stand up to pay respect to the National Anthem. We both place our right hand on our chest as soon as the song played. — KHIM’s POV /Loving Country The Pearl of the Orient The blaze of the heart In thy heart is Life/

The volume of her song increased with every step he took. When he approached her, he could hear the noise coming out of her mouth was a splintered and downtrodden rendition of the National Anthem. This woman… He remembered the words she said to him solemnly, “The National Anthem is a righteous and virtuous song, it can even be used to ward off ghosts.”

Kara's POV I didn’t expect him to be waiting outside. Charles rested against the front of his car, arms crossed, resembling a model from a high-fashion magazine, dressed in a smooth black coat, his hair tousled by the evening breeze, with a subdued tempest brewing in his gaze. The gala had recently concluded. My heels tapped on the marble stairs as I went down, gripping my purse a bit too firmly. There were an excessive number of cameras and high expectations within. However, the outdoor air was crisp and tangible. And thus he was.