Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

“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.

Does that mean I've been falling head over heels with a criminal for years now, since highschool? My breath caught in my throat. “I need you to penetrate into his life and discover the scheme which is in a particular flash drive which he always hides. Get the flash drive and bring it back to me. You have five months to carry out the task,” He added. I swallowed, “Charlie, who are you?”. “I'm Charlie Brown, Michelle's fiance, a mafia Lord.” He said with a little bit of humor, so little that it was barely noticeable. “But….I loved you first.” Tears welled up in my eyes again.

His fangs restored as he picked an unconscious Callum in his arms. "And what will you explain to your human? Who you are"? Zol smirked. "I will tell him everything. Including the fact that I am Hybrid". He replied calmly before leaving the hall with his friends as Zol put his spell off them. *********** Tabby

“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!”

It takes roughly thirty minutes for two steamy plates of three strips of bacon plus two pancakes with a touch of two sunnyside each. Just as she's about to call Bulky—yes, she's calling him that now till she finds out his name—, her phone rings. "Char-poo!" "Hey, Deedah. How are you?" Charlie sighs. "How am I? Bitch, you just got dumped, how are you?!" Charlie laughs slowly. 'If only you knew.' "I'm alive," she laughs, "Something odd happened last night," "What is it? Mario came crawling on his ass begging for forgiveness? 'cos if he did I'll go ov-"

He's my Charlie, I'll get it," I muttered as I walked past them and went to the door. Unlocking some few locks, the door opened revealing a bad boy looking Charlie. I call it the Bad boy looking since his hair was disheveled, he has a split lip, a bleeding nose, a bruised left cheek, and a swelling black bruise sitting on his left eye. But what shocked me was Charlie's eyes. It sparked when he saw me; it sparkled as if he didn't look like a guy with a broken face. Now, if you're living a life where your best friend is Charlie Langston and a place called The Underground actually exists, then this beautiful sight is totally normal, really, it is. I've seen this face before, and it's usually a

“Okay, that is so gross.” “What?” “A chewed on finger, and it’s not been chewed on by an animal.” That made Ian all but gag. “Oh god, seriously? Why would someone do that?” “If they are alive? For power? Undead? A desperately sick need for life force.” Yolanda carefully stepped over the evidence. “We’ll pick it up on the way out. If it attracts anything to its by scent, then I don’t want it on my person.”

‘Derek! I see Derek has shifted into his lycan and he look in my direction as I race towards Accalia. I tackle Charlie just as I hear the jewels shatter. I roll on the ground and throw Charlie’s body towards Derek who grabs him, encircling his claws around Charlie’s throat, squeezing the life out of him. Charlie scratches at Derek’s claws, trying to get him to let go though it is useless. Derek squeezes harder and harder until I hear a snap, indicating Derek broke Charlie’s neck. Derek tosses the body like a rag doll and moves to pick up his daughter. Accalia wraps her tiny hands our her father’s Lycan’s neck as he consoles her. “Everyone retreat! Charlie is dead,” yells a hunter as they all

silently watched as the doctor's figure grew smaller in the distance. After extinguishing his cigarette, Charlie Sr. made his way to the morgue to meet with Director Gate. "I'll be taking the corpse to Houston for the funeral," he informed the director. Director Gate simply nodded in response. Charlie Sr. then sought out Margret Owen, who he found standing alone in a corner lost in thought. His heart ached at the sight of her. "It's getting late, let's go," he said firmly to her. Margret turned to face him, her expression hostile. "I don't want to go with you," she stated coldly.