Hollywood Undead Charlie Novels & Stories

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

I was in position to pity others as I was more pathetic than them. I sighed and forced myself to applaud. Ashely was done with her performance. "We are going to welcome... THE OSCARS AND THE RODEOS on the rink." An announcement was made. Cheers, applause, hoots, they all took over everything. And within seconds, Rodeos... well that's the name of Xavier's team... they skated perfectly and entered on the rink. My eyes immediately travelled from one to another as I tried to find him. Before I could do that, those blue orbs engulfed me and I went weak in my knees.

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.

Charlie said, "Karen, my condolences to you. Anyway, people can't come back to life after death. You can come meet someone with me first. After that, we can prepare the funeral for auntie and send her off with dignity." "Meet who?" Karen Daly asked calmly. "Leo Kyle of Rovio Corporation Inc." Charlie didn't want to hide anything from Karen Daly. After all, if a man had an identity like that of Leo Kyle, no woman would look down on him. In Charlie's eyes, Karen Daly was no exception. Sure enough, Karen Daly simply smiled, nodded, and agreed without any hesitation. If he had known that Karen Daly would agree so easily, Charlie felt that he should have taken action in Chatterton Town, and he di

Everyone was staring at him with……scornful looks. Granny Reed was still at the dining table, not trying to mediate. Betty came rushing towards Charlie like a mad person, and she slammed her phone on his chest! “This is what you do now??? You’re a pornster???” “Pornster??” Charlie was shocked, his brows were joined as he picked up the phone. His face immediately went pale when he saw himself, having sex with three women. Lucas leisurely stepped into the messed-up living room. It was supposed to be a Thanksgiving….for the others. But Lucas had come to this particular year’s Thanksgiving to also face-slap Charlie, ruin his reputation in the presence of his family……why??

Owen The day has never gone slower. And the night? The night is dragging by so slowly I’m starting to wonder if I died in a freak accident on the way to work and went right to Hell. Charlie isn’t here, so there’s no way this is Heaven. A group of guys are out celebrating a twenty-first birthday. They’ve spent a ton on beer and shots, and we’ve been watching them closely to know when to cut them off. It’s late and the crowd is starting to dwindle, but they’re still going strong.

"Charlie. Whatever you are becoming — it is not a curse." "Easy for you to say," she shot back. "Your magic doesn't turn on like a light switch because a corpse-wolf touched your arm." Matthew winced. "It wasn't a corpse—" "Correction," she said. "Because a bone-possessed horror demon touched my arm." "That's... closer," Matthew admitted. Lysander stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Charlie. You faced a Hollowed and survived. More than that — you drove it back. That should be impossible."