روايات وقصص ضمن Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars

When I left our den, Charles thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He believed I'd come crawling back in two days—like always— just to apologize and beg for his attention. But two days passed. And I didn't return. Then he assumed I was waiting for him to beg me. Still, I stayed silent. Only when he realized I had cut off the mind-link and turned off my phone— did panic finally creep into his heart. Desperate, he went to Leo to ask about me. And Leo… was furious. They fought. That's when Charles finally learned the truth—

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

Charles pouted as he dropped the bowl of popcorn on the table, I smile and patted his shoulder, “Trust me he's not that bad” “Nhhhh I'll pass, he might not be mean to you, but trust me when I say him and your stepbrother do not like me” “Liam doesn't like anybody you don't have to worry about him” Charles and I ended up not playing the game anymore, cause we were already tired we talked a lot and ended up sleeping off on the couch. Hours later I felt a tap on my shoulder, at first I wave of the hand, but as the tapping continued I opened my eyes, Liam stood behind the couch with an angry stare, I looked around Ethan and Eden were sitting on the couch before us, and they were staring right ba

Chapter 7: Me Against Myself Charlotte's POV I sprinted out of the class as fast as I could, debating if I should delete the dating app. How could she say something like that and feel nothing. Hundreds and thousands of thoughts ran through my mind and I was about to just scream when Charles walked up behind me and tapped my back. “Charlotte, are you coming to watch the game tonight” What game? I hope it's not another game of truth or dare cause I officially hate truth or dare actually I hate all games and I strongly believe the government should ban or at least create some kind of restrictions on games.

He exclaims eagerly, looking between my mate and I. Did Hell freeze over? Did I wake up in an alternate universe? Of all the things, he should be worried about a fucking dessert isn’t one of them. “A pecan pie, you say?” Elle asks, sinking to the ground putting her hand at the top of ours. “That sounds delicious, Charles.” “Doesn’t it?” he asks, a secret little smile sparking across his lips. His eyes returning to the window, and I cannot tell if he is truly better or hallucinating. His answers don’t clear the confusion either.

“No! I have to take responsibility for once. I wish I did things differently, and I wish I remembered my human life so that I’ll know how I made such a stupid decision.” “Forget about that. You can’t torture yourself forever. Focus on the future.” “Yay, that makes me very happy,” I say dryly. “Charles suspects that we don’t drink human blood. He had a buffet of people waiting for me, and I released them.” He grimaces. “If anyone ever finds proof that we don’t drink human blood anymore, it’s over for all of us.” “That’s what he wants. He wants to marry Joan, and he will not stop until he does.” I sit on the throne again.

she needed him to stop whatever he was planning. Charles dropped his fork on his plate, and it made a loud noise... "And who might it be?" He asked. Gina could see he was getting mad already, and Anna was enjoying this... she poured herself a drink, and the smile on her face grew wider... "Alex Graham!" Gina said boldly, and the smile on Anna's face immediately disappeared... _______________ ________________

Lily’s breath hitched as the heavy thud of the front doors echoed through the room. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the weight of realization sinking in like cold steel. They had walked straight into a trap. Liam’s stance shifted, his body tensing like a predator sensing danger. His hand brushed against her arm, a silent signal to stay close. His entire demeanor darkened, his usually unreadable expression now hard as granite. Charles tilted his head, an eerie calm settling over his features. “You were never supposed to make it this far, Liam.” His voice was almost regretful. “But you always were too damn stubborn for your own good.”

"It's okay, baby, please look at me, '' Charles pleaded, his hands caressing my cheeks and I stared into his watery eyes. I suddenly noticed Charles crouching in front of me and I was sitting on the couch with no idea how we got there. Liam is dead and his body is in pieces outside my house. The only thing that didn't make sense was the fact that everything made sense. "It will be okay, I promise," Charles said. Royal did this to him, I knew he did. The knowledge of that made me sob harder. Why would he do this? "No it won't, why would anyone do this?!" I sobbed into Charles' shirt as he held me against him, caressing my back. "I'm going to find them and deal with them" Charles said.

I wanted to argue with her and tell her that Charles wouldn’t dare hurt me since he was fighting to have a claim on me but I shut my mouth knowing that everything she said was the truth. But I couldn’t just stand there and watch. I let out a sigh and was about to turn when the announcer’s voice rang through the air, strained and filled with uncertainty. “The match… the match is over. King… Charles has won… v-victory to… him.” “No! This can’t be,” I yelled, my anger rising. “You call this a victory? He cheated and fought like a fucking coward!” Charles slowly turned to me as if he was pleased with my anger. His golden eyes shone with something twisted, arrogance, satisfaction and… possession.