Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

I said and he turned toward me. “We thought you were dead! I went to your memorial service!” His voice was emotional and I walked toward him and hugged him. “It’s okay,” I whispered as his shoulders shook against my chest. It was the first time I’d ever seen Charlie showcasing his emotions. “Peter said we had no choice,” Joshua said softly. “What happened? Why did you go underground?” Charlie asked me. “This is a mess, one huge fucking mess,” Joshua said as he looked around at the dead bodies around him.

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.

In a panic, Bianca shouted, "Lily's dad, you can't die, Lily is still waiting for you!" Unexpectedly, Charlie suddenly exhaled, and his body immediately softened. Frost and Bianca were relieved to see that Charlie was not dead. Charlie opened his eyes, seeming to have forgotten what had happened, confusion in his eyes... Three hours later... Ethan, Maddy, and Charlie have calmed down, the police have conducted an on-site investigation and evidence collection, and have taken Betty away in a body bag. Frost's brow remained furrowed throughout a series of bizarre events, making him even more certain that a huge conspiracy was threatening him, his loved ones, his family, and his family business.

There were a series of gag sounds as the smell hit us and it was probably one of the most awful things I’d ever smelled but I kept it in and breathed through my mouth wondering how the hell Hannah knew all of this and why exactly she was friends with witches and vampires. My phone pinged and I saw I had a message from Brandon. I looked over at him but he had his back to me, speaking softly into his phone. I opened the phone and looked at the image he sent me. It was Charlie Dogwood lying in a bathtub, with a gun lying on the floor where his right hand extended over the rim of the tub. The bullet wound in his temple was evident and I saw the blood spray on the wall on his left. I had to admit

“Stay here.” “But…” She begins, but stops as I give a look of warning. “Alright.” Satisfied that she won’t follow me, I continue to move, quickly closing the distance between me and the one I seek. When I finally reach him, he looks at me from beneath a hood, but I recognize him immediately. “Charlie.” I breathe, trying to understand how he is standing in front of me. “Is this some sick fucking joke?” It had to be. Charlie was dead.

I said to a half naked Alexis. “Why don’t you have a seat then, he said." Olivia sat on the bed with Jane sitting close and giving her a questionable look. “I got a call from someone, and it was not good—” Alexis watched me curiosity written all over his face. "What is it man, speak the fuck up." "They got Charlie." I said. "He is fucking dead!"

He looked at the four purple whips that came at him again, and there were beams of earth-colored halos around him. Slap! As the whip lashed down, the halo was split, and blood splashed from Charlie's body again. Those purple whips were no less sharp than a knife. Each time it landed on Charlie, his skin would be split open, and the wound was so deep that even his bone could be seen. Charlie was scared. The calmness on his face disappeared. He was so panic that he couldn't help screaming. He felt the smell of death. "Save me." He turned to those western warriors for help.

TWENTY-THREE U-Store-It! Public Self-Storage Units off of Interstate 12 CHARLEY “THE GOLEM” MOUTON had taken out a dozen zombie soldiers before the undead creatures knew they were in trouble. He’d picked up Roo’s truck and used it as a massive sledgehammer to pound them into dust. “Golem,” yelled Fernández, as a couple of the undead turned from the resurrected Charley to renew their attack on him. The Golem moved toward Fernández and tore the heads off the would-be attackers.

Adira ignited her flames and a warmth consumed me. "I'm not going to mate with you," I snarled and crawled across the floor. Harper uses a fire extinguisher to shoot at Keir and grabs me. Had I glanced back, I would have seen Noah collapsed on the lobby floor completely wiped out from overexertion. His wife Brenda was watching in the shadows with a hate-filled gleam in her eyes and a frown. Revenge was painted clearly on her face. Harper and I ran out through the parking ramp and the demon grabbed a set of keys off the private garage rack and started pressing buttons to find the vehicle. A Mercedes beeps so we clambered inside and she started the car, squealing the tires when driving off. Sh

Chapter 20 The Enemy of My Enemy “This place is a deathtrap,” Charlie said, appearing at my side and kneeling down next to Matthew. His face was pale in the low light, but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Whatever he’d done to the shaman who’d killed his vampires had definitely boosted his mood. I was sure as fuck not going to look. “We need to move.” I couldn’t have agreed more, except that I wasn’t sure if I could or not. Matthew chose that moment to stir a little and moan. His lips tightening, Charlie hauled off and slapped him across the face, hard enough that the imprint of his fingers stayed behind.