James Mcavoy Charles Novels & Stories

He smiled and greeted him politely, “Hello, Mr. Mills.” But he earned a scowl from him. It seemed that Robert Mills was not happy to see Charles with Abigail. He looked at him up and down and thought he had seen him somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where he had seen him. He wondered how Abigail ended up with this man. Didn’t she go to meet her friend Rebecca? He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you? How did she get drunk?” Charles’s smile grew wide and replied, “My name is Charles Shaw. I am Mr. Thompson’s assistant. Miss Mills called me to pick her up from the bar as she was drunk and couldn’t drive in this condition.”

Morgan “So how are things going with your wife?” Charles asked as he stretched beside me. I turned to look at Liam who was gulping the water in his hands and just ignored that question. “Are the newly-weds having a fight already?” Charles asked. “We’re in the middle of drills man and I expect you to allow me concentrate.” “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed,” he blurted and then sat beside me on the bench. Charles is a slimmer and taller version. His body is toned; due to the work outs he has been committed to and his achievements as a hockey player.

"In fact, I want to see the will." "I don't have it here." Mr. James protested, but I could see that he was lying. I’d always been a very good judge of character, so I easily knew when a person was lying. Charles took after this man in that aspect, in that it was easy to know when they were lying, which was why I was perplexed when Mr. James claimed that he did not intentionally abandon us, and looked like he was telling the truth.

Crestwell declared. “Thank you, Dr. Crestwell.” Charles thanked in gratitude. “I never thought I’ll see you again, Charles, let alone as the Don of Townsville. Rest assured; my lips are sealed.” Said Dr. Crestwell. “Thank you. That reminds me… Jim, is my earpiece still with you?” Charles asked Jim. “Here, boss.” Jim replied and passed Charles’s earpiece to him. “Phoenix Mafia! Do you read me?” Charles spoke into his earpiece.

“You can’t marry her, Charles. You can’t.” Charles had also gotten something strong. But unlike Calvin, he had ice in his glass. “I can, Cal, and I will.” “You like men,” he reminded his friend. “Still do,” Charles said with a wink. When Calvin didn’t loosen up, Charles laughed. “I need this, bro. You know I do. It’s just a front for a few months. She hates this shit too.” “How long?” “Six months or at best, a year,” Charles said. “By November, I should be CEO.”

“She is a doctor, you see. The first female werewolf doctor ever.” “Yes, I have met doctor Anna,” Charles said and gulped. “Good,” Mitch patted the man on the shoulder and said, “come with me. Let's get back to the kingdom where you will be given where to stay.” Charles nodded and followed Mitch silently to the car, where Draco was spewed in an askew manner, sleeping.

professor MacPherson said and cried the more. “Young man, you are complicating the issue. You are a man and should behave as such. You are bawling. What do you expect from the bereaved?” Evan said. “Alright; I will hold myself. Where is Mr. Charles?” professor MacPherson said and cleaned his tears. “He is inside his room and has refused to see anyone,” Evan said. “I need to see him,” professor MacPherson said and stood up from the couch. “Gentle man, you don’t have to waste your precious time; Charles will not allow you in,” Jacob said.

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.

“Nothing worth dissecting. Just… clearing the air.” Charles wasn’t satisfied with that. I felt it in the way he kept glancing at me, waiting for more. But I wasn’t in the mood to be poked, prodded, or manipulated. Not today. “James really likes you,” he said finally, watching my reaction. I kept my face neutral. “So he says.” “I think he’s good for us,” Charles added. “A partnership with the Cartwrights would stabilize everything.” “Mhm.” “You know, if you play this right, you could—”

Rowan mumbled. “I'm so glad my daughter is happy.” Charles clenched his fist out of anger, he forced a smile on his lips while nodding to what they said. Deep down he wanted to yell, he wanted to tell them that the marriage they thought might be working never worked. “Yes, she's pretending to be happy.” Charles murmured that none of them heard what he murmured. “I'll be in my room.” He announced then he walked to the stairs leisurely but halted on the staircase. He turned around. “Mom, I think you should call Charlene. Javier told me she had a cramp yesterday while they were at the library.”