Henry Stickmin X Charles Calvin Novels & Stories

Calvin-You pissed her off Me-She is our mate. Calvin-She is our cum collector. Me-Not funny mutt. Calvin- Truth hurts I can’t shift Calvin won’t come out. Mace towers me, snarling

After all, Charlie was a Rank 7 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters. In their eyes, Rank 7 Earth King Ranked Realm Gene Fighters were absolutely invincible. The original number one genius of the Genius Camp, Harold, sneered. He felt that it was impossible for Lucas to defeat Charlie. Never would he choose to believe it. After that, the 100 plus students of the Genius Camp cleared out a group of disciples. At this moment, Charlie and Lucas' eyes had already met. The eyes of all the students were opened wider than usual. They did not wish to miss out on the slightest interesting aspect.

He shakes crumbs of the wall that broke off from the impact out of his hair and off of his shoulders. Moans that resemble my name croak out of Charlie’s dry mouth. Henry uses my lack of focus to his advantage. In the blink of one’s eyes we start to scuffle, except this time I’m ready. At arm’s length, with each of our hands on the other’s shoulders, we push and shove each other around. Chunks of the ceiling rain down on us from the constant impact of our bodies against the unstable walls.

Richard was beginning to annoy him. "My mate. Don't you want to know who she is?" Richard asked, still giggling. Calvin stared at him in silence before sighing and saying, "Nah. I don't think I care." "You should!" Richard replied. Calvin didn't have time for this. He huffed and turned his back again, intending to leave the room. "Charlene Hayford", Richard said in a loud voice, causing Calvin to halt his steps.

"It's getting late; Uncle Henry and Steven, why don't you stay for dinner? I'll get started now." "I'll help," Charles said, following Noelle into the kitchen. Henry squinted, watching the two of them retreat with a satisfied smile on his face. "Charlie seems to have figured things out," Henry remarked, placing a piece on the board. Unlike his previous aggressive moves, this one lacked a clear strategy. Steven paused, glancing up at Henry before chuckling softly. "Yes, compared to a few years ago, he's definitely different now, more… human." "Exactly, it's that human touch!" Henry agreed, watching Steven make his move before relaxing with a laugh. "It's your generation's world now. Up for an

Calvin's assistant asked hesitantly as he watched Calvin practically dance in his seat while thinking about god knows what in his mind. " Just thinking about ruining Killian, the thought can send shivers down the spine.. can it not? " His assistant nodded as he was used to Calvin being childish and somewhat devilish as he spoke so differently than the average person that only sometimes Blaine and mostly Killian could understand him. The fact that Calvin had someone to understand the things he said put a smile on his face every morning. He was in the middle of a game of chess with himself and his phone rang. He looked down and sighed as he picked it up.

“Punch me.” “No.” “Don’t be a pussy. Punch me, Cal.” But he didn’t move. He was about to launch a new business, and the last thing he needed was a scandal. “That’s the favour. Punch me.” Calvin looked around, opening and closing the doors to different stalls to confirm they were alone. Turning back to his long-term friend, he asked, “Are you out of your mind?” Charles’ black eyes flashed with hurt and annoyance. “Yes.” Charging towards his friend, he grabbed Calvin’s fist and tried to punch himself. “Please. Just punch me.”

Stevie’s POV Calvin’s house has somehow transformed into a mix of sanctuary and chaos. The sanctuary part is the quiet moments when it’s just me, Calvin, and Elijah — moments where time feels suspended, even though I know it’s not. The chaos comes in bursts, like when Elijah decides 2 a.m. is the perfect time to exercise his lungs, or when Calvin gets overly ambitious trying to figure out swaddling techniques he watched in some YouTube video.

Aston asked, pointing at Calvin. “Yeah?” I said, “Are you guys friend?” Aston asked and I nodded, “Oh…” “Hello” Calvin greeted with a smile, waving. “Hi” Aston waved back, “Hey” I smiled, “You came” “Mr Stetson invited me” Calvin said with a grin, his eyes shifted to Aston. “You are Aston right?” Aston stood straight, “Y..yes, Aston Egon” Aston said rubbing his hand against his pants before putting it forward for a handshake.

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.