Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

Maria gently tugged his hand and cooed, "Don't be mad. It's just a game." Charles squinted all of a sudden, looking dangerous, "Just a game?" "He-he..." Maria nodded and smiled like a cute alluring fox. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in Charles’ ears, "We might not lose. Even if we do, she didn't say that I have to strip. You can do..." Charles was angrier. Maria quickly tried to please him, "Trust me. We won't lose!" Honestly, Charles didn't believe that Maria could win. He was confident in defeating Ben, but he wasn't so sure about it when Ben teamed up with Angel...

“You’re the first person to ever beat us in this game. We really didn't want you to win, but what you just did was phenomenal. I like to reward smart people. You earned it." Charles let out a loud, irritated scoff from his seat. He glared across the table at his brother. “Stop exaggerating, Chris," Charles snapped, his voice cold as usual. "There is nothing phenomenal about this. It is just a game." “A game no one was able to crack since the past twenty years," Chris shot back. “Just admit it, Charles. She is highly intelligent, and you know it." Charles rolled eyes and leaned back. “Whatever. You have your money now, Nurse Browne. Tell us how you cheated your way into winning this game.”

I ask; he doesn’t look up at me. “Yep, it’s fucking addictive,” he says with a childish grin. “I know Dame, I know,” I chuckle. “How many have you found?” he asks, locking his phone. “All of them, I created the game,” I laugh. “I seem to forget you're a genius,” he laughs lightly. “You shouldn’t, I know everything,” I say confidently. “Not when it comes to women,” Charles says as he gets in the car. “Shut up,” I growl.

She glances at the clock. "Actually, it's fifty-two." "Anyway, it was fast. Did you run from home?" "I did." I lean at the sofa, then look at the TV. "You're watching 'Game of thrones'? You said it was nasty, over sexual, bloody." "Not just that. There's so much cruelty," she drops a popcorn in her mouth. "But I kinda like it now. Ha ha." "Anyway, what's up with Charlie?" "He didn't tell you? He got dumped. Pretty amazing though," she laughs.

Laura was nodding her head. Kelley saw red in that instance. Marley could replace Laura. She wasn’t Charles’s daughter. That’s who Laura had been talking about. Charles was introducing Marley to his sick and twisted lifestyle, he’d probably been doing it to his mother for years. She’d been conditioned to be weak, to crawl and beg. Kelley lunged at his father, his fist making contact with his stomach, he heard a grunt before Charles had his hand around his throat. Kelley saw the gleam of silver on Charles’s knuckles and a split second later it made contact with his cheek bone.

They don’t know I’m the real owner. Charles went directly to the bookstore and Charlie went to the toy store. Charles loves books while Charlie loves dolls. While waiting, I went and drank milk tea on the rooftop. After a few minutes of waiting they both come back. Charles's brows were knitted together while Charlie is smiling widely at me. It looks like the two fought. “What happened?” I asked Charles as I inspected the things they bought. “Charlie took long just to choose a damn doll.” Charles frowned and I glared at him.

Charles ordered a junior: "Drive back to New York City. At stop number 3, we will change cars." I took the opportunity while Charles was conferring with his juniors; I looked around for something that could hurt him. Suddenly, my hand touched the high heel shoe right behind me; maybe when Charles pushed me into the car, I dropped it. I held it tightly in my hand, hid it behind my back, and waited for the chance to kill an asshole like him. At this moment, Charles squeezed my chin and turned my face to face him; he said with a smug expression: "No one can save you now. Could your man be dead? It looks like I hit him in the heart, right?"

Roxie stared at Charles and said, “So you were cheating all along.” Madam Banners and Charles felt utterly defeated. This girl was deliberately touching their sore spot. What a truly annoying character.

But as Olivia picked up her fork, her appetite was long gone, and her mind was anything but at ease. "I can't believe it," Charles said, setting down his cutlery with deliberate precision, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He wiped his mouth slowly, his eyes glinting with a cold edge. "The child I pulled from the shadow of her mother's disgrace dares to challenge me. Let’s see how far she thinks she can go.”

Meanwhile, Charles, who was hiding behind the shield, controlled the God-Slaying Dagger with his mind and ruthlessly slaughtered the demon tribe, taking the demons’ lives one after another. Meanwhile, Alex and Jade quietly sneaked out and hid on the roof of a building for a closer look. Alex had heard numerous times about the legend of the two principals, Charles and Gilbert, but he had never seen them before. At this moment, he looked at them from afar and realized that both principals seemed really young. They looked like they were twenty-five or six years old at most. “Master, which one is Master’s husband?” asked Alex. Jade grumpily said, “You don’t have one.”