Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

Relief washed over me, though I realized my palm was covered in cold sweat. She chuckled and implied, "What are you looking at so late at night that has you so nervous, Luna? Honestly, you should just get yourself a boyfriend." I felt awkward at what she implied, and had nothing to say, so I crawled back into bed. I reopened the online website after pulling the curtain tightly shut, but the website had been shut down. I pulled out the instruction manual and looked carefully. Hidden against the black background on the back, I finally noticed a line of dark red text.

Charles replied exasperatedly. Barbara, who had been busy getting food, didn't seem to want to get involved and remained silent. "The only reliable children are Ceciliaand Beatrice. One got good grades in college, one got a good job, and the other got a good husband," Charles continued, which now put Charlotte in an even more uncertain mood. Charles clucked his tongue. "A shoe solver is nothing to be proud of. It's just embarrassing," Charles said deliberately. Shane looked relaxed, but not Charlotte. She had lost what little patience she had left.

' But Cara turned away. Charles looked up at Cara with a confused expression. 'I didn't steal anything,' he said, his voice shaking. 'I was just trying to give my mom a birthday gift. I saw the shoes and I thought she would like them, so I put them in the box. I didn't mean to do anything wrong.' He looked at Jolie, then back at Cara. 'I didn't steal anything. I was just trying to be nice.' Cara raised an eyebrow. 'A birthday gift? In a locked box? Without paying for it?' She sneered. 'You expect me to believe that?' Charles nodded, tears welling up in his eyes. 'Yes, it's true. I wouldn't steal. I promise.'

In the garden, the sun was bright and beautiful. Charles stood beside the chessboard and watched Abel and George play. He could not calm down for a long time. In the end, he took out his phone and made a call. With his tall figure and natural presence, he looked even more imposing when he was angry. Abel and George sensed it, but seeing that Charles did not say anything, they did not ask and continued their game. It was only when he saw Charles leave with his phone that George looked at Abel and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on with him?”

The girl's eyes widen in confusion and terror, realizing that she has made a grave mistake. "Charles, just forgive her for once." I stood in front of him, trying to protect the girl from his wrath. But Charles's smile only widens, revealing a glimpse of his true nature. "Regina, what do you take me for? Forgiveness is not in my vocabulary. It is not a trait that I possess." Charles said it with a sinister chuckle that echoed through the room. The girl trembles, her fear palpable, as she takes a step back, desperately searching for an escape route. Charles's eyes gleam with a sadistic delight, relishing in the power he holds over her.

Charlie rolled her eyes. I sighed with exaggeration and narrowed my eyes at Charlie. “Game of Thrones is a fantasy. And did you forget that it’s his last day today? And you should probably don’t break your gaze at him because tomorrow you won’t see him again. Duh!” I dropped the duh with exaggeration and rolled my eyes back at her. “So, you don’t mind if I will ask him for a make-out session at the barn after the dinner?” Charlie asked, arching her brow to see my reaction.

“So he is stable?” “For now,” Charles said. “What you did bought him time. But we are not finished yet.” I swallowed. “I figured.” He stood slowly and rolled his shoulders as if carrying the weight of the entire pack on his back. Maybe he was. He walked to the small wash area and splashed water on his face. I sat up and pulled the blanket closer around me. “Did you sense anything in the night?” “Yes,” he said without turning. “But she did not get inside this room.”

Roman gives me a kiss while firing off a round a high pitch scream is heard and we pull away from our heated kiss and look down. "YOU FUCKING BITCH IM GOING TO KILL YOU" Charles screams. "And how do you plan on doing that" I ask looking down on a bloody Charles who's holding his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers pools on to the ground around him. "Fff FU FUCK YOU" he says then goes limp. "One down" Dimitri says coming up behind me swatting me on the ass then winks. I walk around the platform spotting Kevin and now Davila who was pushed into the maze at some point.

"Emma, let's not ever meet again in the next life." Emma finally panicked. "Vince, no!" I turned around and leaped. Down on the ground floor, Bernadette—who had been hiding there smoking a cigarette—stared in stunned horror as I plunged down and landed right in front of her.

The girl's head immediately lifted, her eyes stared gratefully at Megan, but still the feeling of loss was etched on Caramel's face. "I promise," said Caramel with a bitter smile. 'But sorry, Auntie. I will keep looking for evidence, who is the mastermind behind my mother's death. I will take revenge!' Said the girl, in her heart. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ _____________________