James Mcavoy Charles Novels & Stories

he said after a short pause, his voice tinged with something she couldn't name—grief, longing, or perhaps a mixture of both. "Yes." Carly was almost tempted to unleash the torrent of questions burning in her throat. Who are you? What are you doing here? What were you to my mother? But she stopped herself when she noticed the faint glimmer in his eyes, the hint of tears he quickly concealed by slipping on his sunglasses. "I'm Charles O'Marra," he said, extending his hand. "Monica used to be my executive assistant." "Carlotta. Carlotta Madrigal." "She... remarried?" His surprise was evident.

“They have done worse.” Charles said as he exited the car. “Really?” I asked them. “Yes, they have jumped out of moving trains, Helicopters still in the air, moving vehicles, and whatnot. Don’t even ask, it’s horrible.” Charles described with a horrified expression. “You are just too chicken, Charley! None of what we did was horrible. While you were busy being a pretty boy, we were busy saving the country.” Charles rolled his eyes at James’ words. “That’s why I have more money than you! Apparently, being a pretty boy pays more than serving the country. Also, I don’t have scars from war!”

What makes you think I'm big for ten weeks? "It's my medical opinion, that's all, I don't mean any offense." McKayla says to us. "Charles is an OBGYN." I look at Charles and ask, "Where at?" He smiles as he says, "At the office here in town." "Really, I have an appointment on December 21st at the office in town with a Dr. Wheaton." Charles smirks at me and says, "Well, isn't this interesting, I'm the only Dr. Wheaton in that office. So, let me just say, I'm looking forward to being you OBGYN.:"

She can't believe sir Francis would question her about that. "I trust you. This is my first time helping so tell me if there is anything I can do." A maid picks up a tray of glasses filled with champagne. She turns around and bumps Charles. The champagne spills on his expensive flowery shirt and shorts. Charles is an extremely good looking guy with a slender physique. Charles clenches his fist tightly as he feels the anger boiling inside of him. He is the last child of the Viva who loves the fun and crazy lifestyle. He is literally a spoilt brat.

I say. "Sure." Michael's smile is sunny. "The more the merrier. Let's make him welcome." Heading for the hotel lobby. Michael steps smartly, but Charlotte hangs back. A man stands waiting, tall, blond, powerfully built. Michael strides forward, hand offered. "Charles, great to see you. Thanks for coming." Charles takes the hand with a firm shake. "You too, Michael. I've been looking forward to seeing the place." "Let me introduce you. This is my friend James and my wife, Charlotte."

As long as he was here, I knew that we were finally going to make some progress. “Mike, no one is in the mood for your drama”, Charles said as Mike took a seat. I wondered why he was sitting down and what was making him think he was welcome here. “I heard you were looking for me” he said, looking at me dead in the eye and disregarding Charles’ presence in the room. “Oh, you have it all wrong, he is not the one looking for you. The angry mob is the one that is hunting for you”, Charles said with a smirk. He was obviously enjoying seeing Mike in this position.

“Look, Megan, I am not in the mood for any drama right now, so if you would be so polite, I would like you to get out of my way so I can go up.” “Charles,” I gasped, disbelief washing over me. “How can you be so heartless? You abandoned me in the hospital, don’t you have a conscience?” Charles sneered. “Was I supposed to wait for you to actually fall pregnant? C’mon, Megan, I am not that jobless.” I shook my head in disappointment. “You are the worst person I have met in my life Charles McCall. I regret the first day I set my eyes on you.”

Charles was more than just an assistant, he is also my best friend, a weird guy always optimistic and happy and sometimes very annoying. Charles and I go back a long way, before the death of my father Desmond Forsythe, and my mother Sarah Tiaz. Charles is the only person who has remained my friend, everyone else was just my friend because of the money I had and the fame. Charles genuinely cared about me even after I changed and became a sexist jerk; he stayed by my side just to make sure that I am okay.

Miss Sandra introduced him as the practical tutor who was handling our coaching on real life tourism experience, this was the part of the course I had waited on with complete anticipation but then the day had arrived and all I could think of was having a time machine to run back to the past or peep at how fucked up the future would get. " I am Charles by name, hmmm I'm most defiantly not a professor, I mean respect to the profs out there but it sure isn't my calling" and with that giggling followed but I was too distracted to figure out what was funny. "So you could just call me Mr Charles. I run the vein empire and so I would be taking you practical lessons using the little knowledge I pick

James said to Charles who was there to help with his plans. “Look at me, a mafia king is here and doing all this stupid reunion stuff for them, and you are saying that he won’t be here after we told them that your brother and ‘sister’ will be here!” Charles stated as he rolled his eyes to which James glared at him and told him that he should never call himself a mafia in front of him, otherwise as a military personnel, he would never let go of him.