Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

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…

If he did, there’s no saving this world from the catastrophe he would unleash. What makes it so confusing is who or what exactly they are here for. Is he using this young girl and her friends as bait to get to me or is he using Red and this whole Halloween blah blah blah to get to her mom? What? Why? Whatever the reason is, it can’t be good. “What is that?” Charlie asked gasping for his breath. “That, is a problem! A very big one.” I said continuing my search for any more lycans in our perimeter.

Heading back downstairs and into the front room, the floor creaks below my feet and when I pull back the rug, I am surprised to find a trap door. Pulling the trap door open to see a set of concrete stairs leading down when the smell hits me, Charlie’s blood mixed with urine and the smell of death, it smelt worse then our dungeons. Carefully moving down the steps and trying not to hit my head, a bonus of being a werewolf is that I could see in the pitch black that this was a tiny holding, barely big enough for one grown adult. Damon had been punishing Charlie and putting her in here. He really was messed up.

He asked them to step aside before, he ran a little until in sight of everyone was the body of Helena Chantai His white complexion was pale, stiff, and of a grayish color. Her hair was the same, her dark eyes closed and her face without any expression. Around his neck you could see the mark caused by the rope that was on this one, black mark. Certain wounds in the same way, on his cheeks and head.

"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

“Aahh. Mmmm. Taylor. Mmmm—wait!” Charlie snapped her head toward him, her eyes rounding. “Taylor? Did you cum inside me?!” “Oh fuck.” Taylor froze, looking down. “OH FUCK!” “Babe, I’m sorry. It felt so good. It was an accident!” He explained himself. 'Ahhhhhh!' Charlie screamed in her head. She mouthed, 'I'm dead! We are both dead!' Inner Devil: ‘Oh god! We’re getting shipped to Siberia!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘This is all your fault! You and your RAW propaganda!’

“I’m sorry, man. It wasn’t planned. I was suddenly off today and I decided to come see my girl.” I almost bite my tongue off after he says that. I mean technically she’s his girl. I don’t know what the problem is. I don’t bother listening to the rest of their conversation. I grab a bowl of ice cream from the freezer to entertain myself. Jake agreed to come with us apparently leaving the girl he came to see. “Cause of death: lemon-flavored ice cream should be written on your grave when you die,” Charlie says. Jake chuckles. “For a while I thought it was going to be Arianna,” he says.

One more roll and she would be falling into an under-construction ditch. Charlie. My wolf shivered within me. Carl never feared for anything, but it did. She would obviously die if— Arghh. She groaned on her side painfully, hands spread out. "Charlie!" That was Greg. He had just arrived at the scene. He rushed to her side and tried lifting her, then paused. A lightning struck, and my eyes flew wide open. Blood? Charlie was bleeding. Wait! I rushed over to him. Charlie in his arms, her eyes slowly giving away.

“You hit the back of your head...” Now, I really felt my head splitting from pain. The vision went on: at that moment, Reive shouted, coldly and harshly, “I’m Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel, the Undead King!” The silence around became even more deafening. “And I’m immortal!” he said, adding with malice, “Unlike you...” There was Livia Rendan’s scream from somewhere on the side. She was twitching in the wheelchair: “He’s crazy! Don’t you see it?! Kill him!”