Hazbin Hotel Charlie Cute の小説・ストーリー

A cute turned-up nose and sparkling brown eyes completed the wholesome picture. She was of average height and weight, yet Lizzy felt dwarfed by her confidence and strength. “You must be Lizzy. I’m Charlie.” She yanked Lizzy up against firm breasts for a bone-crushing hug. Almost as quickly, Charlie let go. “I’m sorry, I do that without thinking. I’m a hugger.” “Wait. You’re Charlie?” “Charlotte Quinn, at your service.” “John never mentioned you were a woman.” “Who’s John?”

Charlie looked at me, his dad, and then my pussy. "You won't cum inside her again?" Charlie asked. "No promises," Paul laughed. My heart beat faster when I saw Charlie lowering himself. He was actually about to eat my pussy that was filled with his own dad's cum. "Mmmm, good boy," I moaned as he got closer. "Get all of that cum out of me. Stop me from getting pregnant by another man." He was too embarrassed to speak, but his tongue found my battered hole. "Ooooh, Charlie!" I moaned. "That's it! Eat my creampie!"

"Do you want me to call Charlie?" Charlie is Elliot's eldest brother. He IS currently married to his childhood best friend, Vanchel, and they have a daughter together, Cavorelle. She is an adorable five years old. (A/N: I suggest for you guys to check out the book too in my profile) He grunts with a nod. I really wanted to laugh because all the grunting and the frowning makes him look older than he really is. So adorable. He is like a soft and cuddly teddy bear.

I hear Charlie call out to me as I enter the house and I rush into her arms. “Shh! Baby, who hurt you? Who am I going to kill?” She asks, cradling me tightly. “You know the man from the club I told you about? He is my History Professor,” I manage to say. “What? Did he hurt you?” She asks concern lacing her voice. “Worse. He ate my pussy out on his desk and made me cum while calling out his name.” I rushed the words out and burst into tears again. “Holy fuck!” Charlie mouths out and it makes me crack out a little.

As much as Charlie hates me, I wonder how she’ll react to Celeste. I unlock the door. Charlie’s usual glare of pure hatred is waiting for me—but the moment she sees Celeste, it vanishes. Her eyes widen, scanning Celeste’s gaunt face, hollow eyes, pale skin stretched thin over sharp cheekbones. Celeste looks like she’s barely clinging to life. Charlie stands. “What is she doing here?” Her voice holds no animosity. Just pity. And curiosity. “We have appointments with the head healer,” I say, walking into the bathroom.

I sighed, opened the ward door and got back in. I noticed her mood change a bit. She looks more dull than ever. I hope she gets over it in time. She has lot of deals with companies. Lots of endorsement deals. She can't afford to miss this opportunity that will make her really wealthy. Charlie's P O V I got outside the hospital totally forgetting to put on my face cap. I forget because I couldn't get my mind off her, it pains so much that she doesn't wanna see me but I don't blame her but blame my stupid self.

What a drama king. In the kitchen, I plate pizza for everyone and cut Charlie's own into tiny triangles because he likes his food broken sometimes. Then orange juice for him and soda for the adults. "Charlie!" I call toward the hallway. "Spidey is starting!" His footsteps thunder down the hallway instantly. He skids into the living room and jumps onto the couch, bouncing twice before settling. His face is still blotchy from crying, but his eyes are fixed on the television like nothing happened. I sit beside him and hand him his plate. "The purple sun was beautiful, by the way."

The expression on Charlie’s face instantly became extremely cold as he said, “Sheldon Schulz, if you kneel and slap yourself in the face now, I will assume that you did not just say that. Otherwise, I will certainly hit and destroy your mouth!” When Sheldon saw the cold expression on Charlie’s face, he could not help but feel a little surprised as he asked, “You… how are you related to Curtis Wade?!” Charlie stood up before he said word by word, “Curtis Wade is my father!”

Not_annabelle CEREAL KILLER, YOU NEED TO STOP. IF YOU THINK, YOU ARE BEING SNEAKY, THEN, YOU ARE WRONG. Quinn_beach OH, HUSH, ANNA, WE JUST GOT TO THE BEST PART. Yes_you_suck WOW! THEY ARE BOTH UNDER THE TABLE, SHARING THE EARPHONES. CAN I JOIN? WHAT'S THE VIDEO ABOUT? Cereal_killer IT'S A CLIP OF CHARLIE, LITERALLY TRIPPING OVER A KNIFE AT HIS RESIDENCE. The_real_prince_charming

Herschel replied, “It’s rare locally, and they don’t want old men, but the foreigners like it. It’s their fetish.” “Alright then. Send the father and son there. They could be each other’s company by the way. “Right, explain it to Zac too. Make him understand that he has his audacious brat to thank for how he ended up today!” Ending the call, Javier gestured with his hand as though he was holding a gun and curled his finger in a shooting motion at Charlie, who was on the bed and could not even get down, frightening the latter into shuddering. Charlie felt that Javier…was probably bluffing. Whether that was the case or not, he would find out soon.