Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

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.

If I did, I might be misunderstood or worse, she would ask what led to that, bringing a whole new unnecessary drama. So I just used some crazy story to cover it up. I'm sure that Devil did the same since Charlie didn't confront me after that anymore. Well, enough of the college time story. ******** CURRENTLY!!! Now Charlie's ghost keeps bothering me in my dreams. How I wish she had listened to me when I warned her. Not only her but all of them. I wish I could turn back time and stop her from marrying Chad with more determination. Now she is gone and even our parents are not aware of that. They lost their precious Charlie, the innocent and sweet daughter but they had no idea about her death.

Victoria Harrington's Point Of View. Elena: Good evening Mrs. Harrington, I’m so sorry for messaging you this late. Carlos had a family emergency and will be unavailable for the next month. I’ve shortlisted three new personal trainers for you. All are highly recommended and discreet. Let me know which one you’d like and I’ll schedule tomorrow morning’s session right away. Three profile links followed. I opened them while walking back to the bedroom. The first two were decent; fit, professional-looking men in their late thirties. Polite smiles, clean resumes, safe choices. Exactly the kind of trainers Richard would approve of.

She then followed him while giggling, he looked quite cute when he was annoyed a while ago. … After they had walked for quite a while, they arrived in front of a tall building which they entered immediately. The longer they stayed inside, the more she felt nauseous, she just saw different kinds of creatures, some she had heard from fairytales, and some were completely foreign existence to her. Where the hell is she? Her questions were soon answered when a woman in a very bright yellow lipstick assessed them. “Welcome to the Afterlife, home of the dead. Ah! You must be the lunati- Fresh meat HAHA! Welcome fellow undeads” her words were quickly overshadowed by a menacing laugh.

Charlie continued in his cold voice, “To tell you the truth, yes, I am the ultra-rich man in the video. If you don’t want to die, don’t tell anyone about my identity or I can’t promise you and your father will be alive until tomorrow morning! Mum’s the word!” Then, he patted Wendell’s face, stood upright, and walked into the hall, ignoring Wendell. As for Wendell, he crouched on the floor, completely stunned. He didn’t dare to resist even the slightest against Charlie’s act to humiliate him. He watched as Charlie walked into the hall and he quickly crawled into the hall too.

As I get closer I withdraw my hand with the whatever-the-hell it is in my fist. Henry’s snarl leers up at me. “What’s done is done.” With that said, he raises the blade high in the air before he plunges it into Charlie’s chest. Charlie’s eyes go wide with shock and a deep breath is sucked into her dying lungs. A faint groan sounds from her instead of an ear-piercing scream, because she has nothing left in her to give from being so brutally tortured the previous hours. My fangs extend and finally the monster within comes to the surface.

A shadow dropped from the rafters, landing with the grace of a cat, between Dante and us. “You okay, kid?” “Charlie?” My eyes beamed open. “In the flesh,” he laughed. He didn't look anything like the frail man at the hospital. He wasn't dressed as a janitor this time. He wore a bulletproof vest and had a shotgun in his hands. Even Jose was surprised. “Didn't I tell you, kid? The ghost always leaves a trail,” Charlie said without looking back. “I've been waiting years for this rat to come back.” “You're a dead man, Charlie,” Dante hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Both you and the girl,” he said.

He grabbed Charlie by the hair, dragged him all the way to Sylvia, and slammed his head into the ground repeatedly. Thud! Thud! Thud! Each impact echoed through the room, followed by Charlie's cries of pain and the sickening sound of bones breaking. Marissa and Lucy's expressions turned ghastly pale. They screamed at the gruesome sight. "Stop! You're going to kill him!" It didn't bother Frederick; he smashed Charlie's head harder and faster. Charlie was on his last breath. He shouted desperately, "You can't kill me! I'm with the Underground King! If I die, your whole family goes down with me!"

Harvey smiled at Charlie and the others after gulping ten whole glasses of Drink of Life in a single go. “Everyone, please!” “Let me take a break! We’ll have a rest!” Charlie felt extremely horrible at this moment. He would not dare to move a single inch. He was afraid that he might not be able to control his bowels because of it. Harvey chuckled. “You can’t lift your glass? Let me help you!” Harvey smiled while lifting a glass of liquor and poured it in Charlie’s mouth while forcing it open. “Blaargh!” Charlie could not hold it any longer. He vomited all over the place.

Charlie had gotten used to her biting habit—it meant she was completely lost in the moment. Candice bit him again through his shirt, right over his chest. “I just want to bite you.” His strong hands slid along her shoulder blades. In a low, hoarse voice edged with pain, he muttered, “If you bite me to death, who’s going to make you happy?” “You’re a male demon,” she said, undoing his buttons one by one, looking up at him, “Demons are immortal.” “….” Charlie tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes.