Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

Only his eyes stared unblinkingly into the gun muzzle pointed at his head. "Any last words?" The sonar specialist asked. "Yes!" Charlie answered from the side. Quickly, the sonar specialist turned to the side, her gun moving with her and pointed at the speaker. In her heart, she was astonished. How come she did not hear this one's heartbeat? Or was this one of those extremely rare people who awakened the undead abilities? Which was he; necromancer, zombie-sub, undead contractor?

Betty snapped at Caleb. “Mom, she can always apologize.” Caleb mumbled. “Young boy,” Hilton pointed to Caleb. “It seems you have a death wish. Because I am disfigured doesn't mean my wife shouldn't have fun. I picked her myself from the club. I recognised you despite the fact that you were acting under the influence of alcohol. I had the chance to get rid of you but I didn't.” Wendy was surprised to hear this. She now understood better when he said the person was his enemy.

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!"

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.

Charlie wasn’t surprised that she pushed a button she shouldn’t have. Impulsive might as well be her middle name. Besides it was on the same screen as the picture of a hot guy who’s eyes could steal your soul. She didn’t plan on the action sending him to her door the next day. Usually, she manages to get herself out of trouble, but this time, Charlie is in deeper than she could have imagined. Her date is a werewolf, and he has plans for their life together in an underground world of shifters she didn't know existed. Walking away from her sexy werewolf won't be easy, though. True-mate attraction is hard to fight, and Charlie has to decide if forever love is worth the price she has to pay…

"Get close to him and get to the bottom of this. If possible, have him shift into a werewolf in your presence. We need to confirm your brother's words. I don't know what game the Pentagon is playing, but I am going to beat them at it" "But father..." Charlie tried to protest. "This is not a request, Charlene" Mr Hayford said in a grave tone. "This is an order from your Alpha. You're both dismissed". As they both left the office, Charlie was trying to wrap her head around everything she had just heard. Calvin was a werewolf? There was no way. He was so clueless about the moonlight festival. And Adrian is convinced that he saw him shift into the Grand Alpha wolf? But that's not possible, she t