James Mcavoy Charles Novels & Stories

He suggested. My mind wasn't sure of his advice. James is surely hiding something, I can feel it and when I caught him checking my phone, it confirmed everything. I just can't trust him anymore, no matter how close we used to be. "Aurora, don't really think much of it. He will realise and change, just give him time as I told you before." He priminded. "Sure, I have no choice than to give him time." That made him happy. Seeing Charles had really lifted my mood. Unlike James, Charles is the nerd and also the guy that doesn't care about dating or relationships.

“But you do care what Lacey Stevens thinks, right?” Blake stilled as he looked at the new VP of Michelson Investments. Charles had been VP of international relations at Michelson for a few years until recently. The last VP had retired. Now he ruled the Michelson empire side by side with his cousin, Calvin, who was president and CEO. “She would think worse of you than she already does if you had beaten up her innocent date.” “You’re right about everything, except for her date being innocent,” Blake mumbled with resentment. “Oh? Is he some sort of criminal?” Charles asked with concern.

“I’m glad he has someone like you in his life. I’ve never seen my boy as happy as he is with you in ages.” Mia lowered her gaze. She knew Zac was a good man, but now she understood—he carried a burden far heavier than she had ever imagined. “He’s obedient to all my demands,” Charles murmured. “But sometimes, I wonder if he even allows himself to feel happiness.” Mia nodded slowly. “Zac is a wonderful person. But I believe, someday… he’ll move past this.” “I hope so too.” Charles smiled faintly, studying her for a second before asking,

I chuckle. “Briar is James’s fiancée. They’re actually getting married tomorrow. These two,” I point to Mama and Papa. “Are my parents.” My parents tip their heads in greeting. Briar looks as though she’s about to piss herself in excitement, but my brothers remain passive. “Why does he keep staring at me?” Tracey is so scared right now; it’s written all over her face. “Because I can’t believe that you’re right in front of me,” Charles walks a step closer. “You don’t know me, and I didn’t know you existed until a few minutes ago. But I would know my own child anywhere.”

She kept pleading for mercy. “I’ll spare you tonight,” James said. “I’ll give you some time. Find out where the painting went. If by the time I come back for you, you can’t tell me where it is, I’ll show you true despair.” James stood and walked over to Charles, dragging the cowering man up. Charles trembled, and a pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants in fright. “I-I have nothing to do with this! I d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered before begging for mercy.

"Caroline said that a mysterious person messaged her when she was in Macovo back then. I need you to find out who that person is." With his mouth agape, Charles waited in silence for Kirk to continue. But the latter was soon preoccupied with his work, with his head lowered over his desk. After some time, Charles couldn't wait any longer. "Sir, don't you have anything else to tell me regarding this person?" "No." Kirk's curt reply cut off the sliver of hope in Charles' eyes, and he fell silent once more. Did Kirk think Charles was some kind of all-knowing divine figure?

"James ha‌s a thread to pull. He never really let go. He th⁠inks⁠ of me as something he lo‍st, not some‍t‍hing that escaped⁠ him. His ego is the cr‍ack. He's the one who might‌ talk if he thinks he's being pl⁠ayed⁠ f‌or a foo‌l, or if he t‌hinks he c⁠an w⁠in me back to his side by throwing someone els‌e un‌d‍er⁠ the bus." A⁠ slow, grim nod from Charles. "A‌ persona‌l angle. Good. That's⁠ a‍ lev⁠er. You know his habits, hi⁠s holes. Where is he now?" "He'll be lying l‍ow, but not too low.‍ Somewhere that make‍s him feel clever and⁠ in con‍trol. Hi‌s private club, The Vault. O‍r h‍is new apartm⁠e‍nt in the Heritage building. Pl‍aces‌ with, a view."

"Look, I really care for James. It's over between us." Charles stood frozen, then his emotions took over. He questioned, "You loved me so much and did so many silly things for me. Even when I scolded and taunted you, you never left. Why are you letting go now? Don't you care that I'll be hurt? How could you be so shameless and be so intimate with another man?" Avery attempted to intervene and calm Charles down, but he brushed her off, causing her to fall. Ignoring Avery, Charles gazed at me blankly.

"Go have some fun. I'm almost done here." I was speechless. Was he being serious right now? Not wanting to be rude, I reluctantly took Charles' hand and let him lead me towards the dance floor. I didn't want to be alone with this man, but there were many people out here, so I wasn't actually alone. "You are ravishing, Becca." Charles said as we danced. "How is it that a man like James Valentino was able to capture such a beauty as yourself?" "As he said… we met through family. Tally, to be exact," I quickly explained, trying to keep the conversation away from the subject. Yet, Charles was persistent.