Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

" Predictably, Jane panicked, her urgency clashing with my cool demeanor. The room was filled with bewilderment. As I ticked off the list of organs for donation, Jane grabbed my hand, holding it down. "You can't sign this!" I chuckled. "Jane, why are you so desperate to stop me? Don't tell me they're not actually dead." A trace of alarm flashed in her eyes, as if she made a tough choice. "Silvia, come with me." She led me to a hospital room I had never seen before. The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks.

Amber I woke up in a cold sweat, panting and confused. That little boy died. He never matured. He couldn't have. I saw him get hit by a car with my own eyes. The paramedics said it he was dead. So why was he a man chasing me in my dreams? How did he know I was here? I got up of the bed and went to the attached bathroom to cool myself down by splashing cold water on me. I checked up on Haley who was fast asleep. I guess I didn't wake her up when I jumped out of bed.

Then, he asked, "Charlie, are you sure that you want to kill me?" Charlie cursed, "Nonsense! You fucking…" But Woody didn't wait for him to finish and turned around to face him. "You… I… Shit… Mr. Henderson, how could this be?" Charlie was speechless, and the look on his face was amusing to Woody. At the next second, all the apprentices of Neovito were shocked too.

Go on" she turned to the young lady with an encouraging smile. "I've also been a victim of Ryder Bates. In fact I lost my virginity to him. I was just fresh out of college. I went to a really nice club to celebrate and I met this super hot dude. We dated for a month, I thought he was the one so I gave myself to him and he blocked me right after" "No way!" Charlie said as she covered her mouth. "Okay. That's mean" Holly replied suddenly pondering on how insensitive this Ryder guy was becoming with every story.

“How do we kill this psychotic, power-draining, soul-sucking mummy? Like, for good. Ashes-to-ashes, no-sequels kinda deal.” Charlie stared at her. “Did you just ask me how to permanently kill someone who is technically already dead?” She nodded. “I did.” He sighed deeply. “You people are so exhausting.” “I think that’s a yes,” Tora quipped. Chelsea arched a brow. “So... is there a spell? A ritual? Do we need a unicorn horn and three drops of phoenix tears or what?” Charlie waved her off. “No unicorns. They’re prissy and full of themselves.”

"Thank you, Charlie. I’ll find the perfect dress. I’ll make sure I look exactly how you want." "I know you will," Charlie grinned, walking over to pat her shoulder, completely blind to the fact that his own wife had already selected the wardrobe and written the script he was so eagerly funding. He walked back to the door, his heart light, his dark confidence restored. "Rest up, Elena. Everything is going to be alright. On Saturday, we take back our lives, and we bury Elara Vance forever." "I’m ready," Elena whispered as he stepped out into the hallway. Charlie happily left, his heavy footsteps fading down the stairs as he ran back out into the pouring Chelsea rain

“Velan doesn’t just hate hybrids. He destroys everyone. He cursed you, killed Anna-Lise. And now he’s circling me like I’m his next possession.” He swallowed hard. “When I danced with her, I didn’t know who she was you know…I was young, selfish and care free. Velan was like a shadow you never expect to step into the light until he’s already behind you.” “So he made you in to a joke?” I say quietly. “Trapped in a dog’s body for crossing the line.” Charlie shrugs, but his eyes flicker with pain. “I really tried to figure out where she was buried. He said she belonged to him even in death and laughed at me.”

Sansom laughs as Charlie struggles against the man holding her, “You and me both, woman. He ran away, and now no one can find him.” Charlie blinks then smiles widely, and starts laughing. “What’s so funny?” She shakes her head, “I know where they are. And I’ll never tell you. I’d rather die, but I’m pretty sure you’ll die before I do, you Vampire Bastard!” He gets up in her face, leering at her. She smiles, he backhands her again.

he answered her question, ignoring everything else “It couldn't be, when I'm dying to do this. Saying that, he began to kiss down all over her body, starting with the space between her breasts, passing through her belly and her undulating hips, until he reached the limits of her panties. Drilling her nails into the wood of the table, filled with anticipation, Charlie watched as he hooked his fingers into either side of her panties again, but this time to slowly pull them down until they were dangling from Charlie's ankle, right over his shoulder.

Before I could overthink it, I typed my reply to Elena. Me: I want Jax. Schedule him for tomorrow morning at 7:30. Private session in our home gym. Elena: Okay, I’ll confirm with him right away. Have a good night, Mrs. Harrington. I set the phone down on my nightstand and slipped into bed beside my snoring husband. Richard was dead to the world, blissfully unaware — Senator Richard Harrington, the great defender of family values, pillar of Washington society, and the most respected man in any room… as long as no one knew what happened behind closed doors.