Game Over Charles Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

His mom handed him some money as he kissed her cheeks before hugging his sister to go out. "Guys, I am leaving for Jack's apartment. I will keep you updated. If mom calls tell them we will stay the weekend at Parker okay"? He sent a message in his group chat and instantly got thumbs up. "Let’s go Mr. Charles. Let’s see how long can you resist me". He smirked pulling off his glasses and smiled sweetly as he saw Jack sitting inside the cafe waiting for him. ---- Tabby -----

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac

But before I could react, I felt another figure appear behind me, grabbing me from behind. I tried to scream, but a handkerchief was pressed over my mouth, and the last thing I smelled was the sharp smell of chemicals before everything went black.w

I asked the same question I asked her that day. "Enjoy yourself while you still can little brat..." Woah! Little brat? Charles got defensive immediately but I stopped him from doing anything rash. "Let's see how long you can hide. Let's see how long he can protect you." She said sinisterly and giggled like a maniac as she pointed at Charles. Charles escaped from my grip, even though it wasn't tight in the first place and was ready to hit her and get her talking. Who was she? And why did she seem obsessed with me?

"She’s been tracking you like an animal, Charity. This isn't grief. This is a sickness." I picked up the tiny circuit board, placed it on the floor, and brought the heel of my heavy boot down on it with everything I had. The plastic and silicon crushed beneath my weight, the blinking green light dying instantly, leaving nothing but a small smear of broken tech on the linoleum. "Now she’s blind," I said, looking up at Charity, my breathing heavy. "She thinks the signal just cut out because of the storm, or because we’re too deep in the mountains. She doesn't know we found it."

Charles waved him away impatiently, ordering another double. By the sixth, he was standing, swaying slightly, addressing the small crowd that had gathered out of curiosity and discomfort. “You know what the worst part is?” he shouted, voice cracking. “I love her. Not the game. Not the power. Her. And she looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was just another obstacle in her perfect little story with Shawn Reid.” Tears streamed down his face again as he downed the glass in one go. Security approached cautiously, trying to escort him out. Charles shoved them away, stumbling toward the exit.

Paul said, and he smiles, “yes, the game Is over, but you get yourself stuck in the the game by Impregnating her, you would have prevented the pregnancy but you catches natural feelings that Influence you to Impregnating her, my friend, you don't have a choice than to work things out and find solution of coming together, either you relocate to join her or you bring her down here” Charles said,

Dying was the only way to forgive herself for getting defeated by a low retriever like me but she didn't get defeated she was cheated by me. All I could see now is just a young girl kneeling in front of me who could be anyone's daughter or perhaps a sister. I was snatched away from the joy and excitement I had been experiencing moments before, only to be replaced with an overwhelming amount of sadness. With her attention fixed on the ground, Eric observes the world around her as it's coming nearing a halt. I came to the knowledge that we are both simply pieces in Charles' game and that I just so happen to be the one who plays the queen and loved to be played by him. He wants me to be the rut

Charles clapped his hands, breaking through Olivia's moment of triumph. Olivia paused, her eyes narrowing as she stared at him, wondering what he's up to this time. "Bravo, Olivia, Bravo, I must commend you for one thing—your acting skills are top-notch. At some point I almost fell for it. Too bad everyone is about to find out you're not who you say you are," Charles stood up from the table as he flashed a tiny cube in her face. “I have everything you said recorded in here.” Olivia's mouth opened in shock and fear.

Alex walked out of him and the others followed suit. Charles tightened his fists and with gritted teeth, he said, "Keep an eye on them". He turned to leave, only to bump into Elizabeth. "What say you brother, shall we finish them tonight?" Elizabeth crossed her arms over her chest, a smirk plastered on her lips. "How?" "It's simple. Claire will be a good bait, trust me. I will put an end to this nightmare before it starts. What do you think?" "Deal" "I'll give her a call"