Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

Do not test me, Fiona. She moved forward now, chin lifted, heels snapping like gunfire on the marble floor. "Test you? Sweetie, I endured worse than your designer suits and daddy drama. You do not intimidate me." He stepped closer, tone a whisper heavy with venom. "You think this is a game? No," she snapped. "You made it one. You drew the board, fixed the price, wrote the rules. And now that your pawn has a spine, you're panicking." Charles's mouth twitched—whether in anger or fascination, even he wasn't certain.

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.”

Emily could see Charlotte’s jaw drop as she stared at Charles with eyes full of shining stars. “Hi! Hi! I’m… I’m Charlotte Steffan, the mayor’s daughter.” With her most charming smile and flirtatious approach, Charlotte came forward and quickly extended her hand to Charles, who had just passed by. Disappointment quickly washed over Charlotte’s face, and she smirked in annoyance. Charles went directly to Emily. He didn’t even look at the Dean like it was only Emily inside the room. The guilty Emily was holding her two hands and lowered her eyes to the ground. She was not expecting to see Charles so soon.

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

Professor Akihiro announced again. Player 18 smiled at them then grin widely. “Wow! I managed to hit two people. Lucky!” he chuckled jokingly. But then as soon as he stepped forward outside the dead area, he slipped and kissed the floor. “Pfft! Bwahahaha!” “Guess its just a fluke.” Everyone in Steorra's laugh while looking at his pathetic self on the floor. “What a scene you made there, Charles.” Alice said as soon as he arrived at them. Charles just smiled towards her.

Abigail was not ready to admit that the person was not Charles but Xander Reid. She couldn’t believe that two people could look the same to each other. She began to think that somehow Charles had escaped from that fire. He didn’t die that night. But how could he be the heir to such an enormous business empire? This question stirred her emotion. Tears pricked her eyes. She wanted to believe that the person in the photo was Charles, but at the same time, she also couldn’t believe that he was the heir to Reids. She was anxious.

I drew a deep breath and waited a bit to calm my nerves before going out there to face them. Every minute that passed, I felt less ready—but I had to eat. I didn’t want to risk an ulcer forming at the site of my operation. When I could no longer hear their voices, I decided to leave the kitchen. As I opened the door and stepped into the living room, I froze—shocked and disgusted by what I saw. Charles was sitting on the couch, the blonde kissing him passionately, while the redhead was straddling him in reverse cowgirl, bouncing and grinding.