Hollywood Undead Charlie Scene Novels & Stories

Then, he asked, "Charlie, are you sure that you want to kill me?" Charlie cursed, "Nonsense! You fucking…" But Woody didn't wait for him to finish and turned around to face him. "You… I… Shit… Mr. Henderson, how could this be?" Charlie was speechless, and the look on his face was amusing to Woody. At the next second, all the apprentices of Neovito were shocked too.

She got up off the bed and walked towards me with open arms, she went to hug me and I hugged her back clearly confused. Haley stepped away from me to grab something out of her pocket. She was shaking but determined to do what she needed to do. She tackled me to the floor making me lay flat on my belly. She yanked my hair and forced the rag to cover my mouth and nose with it so I could only breath in the chemicals that were on it.

The door didn’t have a lock so he used a chair to hold it so that no one would be able to come in. After the door had been locked, he gave a signal to Hillary who then reached into her pocket and brought out a bottle of sleeping gas they had bought earlier. She unclogged it and threw it on the floor. The gas then began to seep out very quickly and within a matter of seconds the whole room was filled with fog and all the human gangsters lay on the floor, unconscious. The vampires, who remained standing, were unaffected by the sleeping gas. “Let’s start before anyone comes here. We don’t want to have to erase the memory of the whole village,” Dana said as she picked up one of the men.

She raises her head from Dee's lap—which was now numb—and her eyes catch a wink of the customized wall clock beside the mini bar, 3:15pm. Her schedule has totally been scattered. This almost brings tears back to her eyes but she wills herself not to let them drop. She can't possibly waste her tears on just Mario. She has to reserve some for next time and other heartbreaks. "Char, you okay now?" Charlie winces as she sits beside Dee. She nods and leans her head on the head of the couch. "Good, 'cos I've been waiting for you to finish crying so we can discuss what position we're gonna bury his fucking body!"

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.

My vision wasn't clear anymore and my legs could not support my body anymore and right when I was about to lose my balance, a firm hand grabbed me from the waist. I forced open my heavy lidded eyes and saw Marcus. "Are you okay?" Even though I was drunk I could still see the concern on his face. I giggled like a madman, "Yeah, yeah." I put my hand on his chest and pushed him away from myself. I wanted to go back home. So, I tried to find Abby but that girl was nowhere to be seen. However, I saw someone else.... Xavier with Ashley. They were kissing like their life depended on it. He grabbed the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. I suddenly sobered up and my eyes started stinging.

Char's opened his mouth and licked at its Razi's white neck "Can you promise me that? I'm losing control." Now its Razi's mind was blank, this was completely beyond her expectations! "If you don't say yes, you'll be defaulting," Char whispered, the subdued tone compelling its Razi "Press ------" As Char's fangs pierced into its Razi's neck, her consciousness was completely lost. (None of that shit happened that you thought it would) However, what the audience below saw was not the same thing, they just saw Char summon a hellhound, and then the huge hellhound and the greedy wolf tangled together, while Char and its Razi's figure had long been obscured behind -----

I spun the door handle to go get it as calling on any of my teammates would be a joke raid. "You—" That was Charlie. She pushed the door open like she'd been chased by a vampire or something, lunged toward me, and the next moment, we both were in my dressing corner. She was on my body, lips parted, eyes darting into mine like they were begging, her glasses falling from their spot to my bare chest. I raised my brow with a smirk at her. "Couldn't wait to hold me?" "Hmm… what's going on here?" Jack and the others just walked in, literally muffling shit-talk about the mate bond. I fucking heard them. I pushed Charlie off me and threw her miserable looking brown big glasses at her, just how I hat

The footage was clearer now—June 12th, 3:17 AM, the winding halls of Luca’s Beverly Hills estate after some industry award party. On-screen, Luca was seen arguing with a dark, 8-foot-tall man. Then a fast forward, Luca stumbling slightly, his dress shirt rumpled, untucked, his cheeks flushed. He leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing at his left ankle—already swollen, already bruised. Then **Charlie** appeared. Tall, tousled dark brown hair, charming blue eyes, perfectly broad shoulders, handsome and charming, the kind of effortless beauty that came from old money and good genes. He caught Luca’s wrist, pulling him close.

" I stared silently at the shocking pool of blood in the news clip, the coffee cup in my hand remaining perfectly still. He could no longer bear his disabled body, endless regret, and the constant hallucinations of me coughing up blood. He finally chose to end his sinful and pitiable life at the place where he had once proposed to me. "What are you watching, Stella?" Charlie came out onto the balcony with freshly baked cranberry cookies. He followed my gaze toward the TV and then gently reached for the remote control. "You don't have to turn it off," I said, turning to give him a relieved smile. "It's such a beautiful day today, Charlie."