روايات وقصص ضمن Hollywood Undead Charlie Scene

“Ah, Max. How is he, by the way?” “Dead. I killed him for telling you that I’d been watching you sketch.” “You need help burying the body?” I say with a straight face. “Bonnie and Clyde style?” His eyes smile at me. “Totally.” I laugh. “Well, thanks for the offer—and good to know that you have my back if I need to dispose of a body—but lucky for Max, I love him like a brother, so he’s still currently breathing.” We lapse into silence.

- he barks at me while he runs to the border. Not long after we reach the area and Charlie is in his human form. Great. I mind link him. “What happened?” - I ask smelling a putrid scent. “Death” - he replies and I start sniffing around until I find a girl dead on the floor. Shit, shit. How am I going to tell Julia? I shift into my human form and Charlie strips his basketball shorts staying in his boxer shorts and T-shirt and passes me the piece of clothing. I put it on and cross my arms above my chest.

But Hannah and Lily were already watching us with wide eyes, and the last thing I needed was a scene. So I let her drag me out of the store. --- The café was quiet, too bright, and smelled like burnt coffee. Charlie chose a table in the corner, far from prying ears, and slid into the seat like she owned the place. I sat across from her, spine rigid. “So,” she said, stirring her latte with deliberate slowness. “How’s life as a vampire treating you?” I didn’t flinch. “I’m not a vampire.” She smirked. “That’s not what Kelvin told me.”

she yelled. My mother was stunned by her yelling. She stared blankly at the death certificate in her hand. The official words stared back at her: "This certifies that Charlie Sawyer, female, 25 years old, died on July 7, 2010. She suffered three years of brutal abuse before her death. Her reproductive organs were severely damaged, and her body bore countless injuries..."

Hestia nodded. “That is quite the exciting task.” “Of course it is.” Charlie sipped, satisfied with the taste. “Nothing excites you, but the downfall of those people you despite.” “That is why I am the villain, Charlie,” she mused with a chuckle. “Anyway, let me take a quick picture of our wine glasses.” The doctor gave her a deadpan stare, but complied anyway. He knew Hestia was going to upload it so he also made sure that his hand was subtly visible.

Eleanor wanted to say something on my behalf, but I subtly shook my head to stop her. Charlie suddenly walked up and stood behind Eleanor's side, his entire demeanor shifting as he sized Eleanor up. He stared at Eleanor's priceless watch, his eyes gleaming with interest. "It must be so dull sleeping with an old man like Shawn." He then leaned close and whispered in Eleanor's ear, "You should give me a chance instead. I'm younger and much more interesting than Shawn."

He shook his head. “Because dead men create questions,” Dexter said. “Living ones create leverage.” Charlie’s breath stuttered. Dexter reached into his pocket and removed a thin tablet. He tapped the screen once. The wall opposite Charlie lit up. A hospital room appeared. White sheets. Monitors. A familiar curve of a woman’s shoulder beneath a thin blanket. Charlie made a sound he didn’t recognize as his own. His mother lay unconscious, oxygen tubing beneath her nose, skin sallow against the pillow. A doctor moved in the background, face grave even through the grainy feed. Panic bells started going off in Charlie’s head immediately he saw his mom.

He didn’t deserve that. So I invited them in. “Miss Knox,” Mr. Holt said quietly, eyes downcast, “I came to apologize for everything my daughter did to you.” “Please,” I said, gesturing to a chair. “Have a seat, Mr. Holt.” I didn’t acknowledge the apology. I simply wheeled myself to the other side of the room. Seeing that I wasn’t ready to dive into the Hawaii disaster, Mr. Holt took the seat in silence. Samantha hovered behind him like a statue.