Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

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.

Tears streaked down her cheeks as she held onto her child. “Will you shut up and not make the situation any worse for me, woman?” Charles turned to the loan sharks with beads of sweat running down his neck. “Please, Master Carlos. All I need is a little more time—“ Before he could finish his sentence, the leader had grabbed him by the neck with one hand, lifting his up the ground. Amira watched in horror as her father struggled to breathe as he kicked his legs midair in a desperate attempt to be set free and her mother’s screams were enough of make her lose her hearing.

The answer appeared. CHARLES DID NOT RESCUE ME FROM PROJECT MERCY. Another pause. I SELECTED THE VERSION OF CHARLES WHO WOULD. Elena stared through the boundary at Charles. He stood outside, unaware. Waiting. The seventh child continued: THERE WERE OTHER CHARLESES WHO LEFT ME THERE. OTHER CHARLESES WHO OBEYED EDWARD. ONE WHO KILLED ME. Sarah stopped breathing. Then the last line appeared. I CHOSE THE CHARLES BLACKWOOD YOU KNOW.

He rolled his eyes and walked away, That good for nothing, he should just wait….when all of this is over, I’m going to kill him and feed his corpse to the cultures, I walked back to my room feeling is so happy knowing that soon I’m going to leave this hell of a place, I wouldn't be receiving those nasty therapies from those repulsive therapists, but then….what did Charles mean when he said that I’m going to get his others, could it be that he is going to sneak in here? Anyway I don't care how he's going to do it as long as I’m going to leave this sham of a place that's enough for me

Charles will be so fucked up. The party grew hotter for their truth or dare game over the table in the middle of chairs and the sofa. It was annoying because I had to watch people kiss and touch their private parts, the smell of alcohol choked me. My eyes narrowed when Sloane was dared to seduce Charles. He just smiled and sat on the chair.