Marc Chalamet Novels & Stories

He turned and ran back toward the gates without saying another word. I stood still, my heart racing. The twins woke up. Leo pushed his small face against my chest and made another low growl. I gently tickled them, whispering soft words to keep them calm. The gates opened with a loud creak. Alpha Damon walked out first. He looked just exactly as I remembered him. He had tall, broad shoulders, golden eyes that once made my heart melt. Those same eyes of his stared at me with surprise and something deeper that I could not name. Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual.

“This is killing me! With how he looks, he still has the nerve to claim to be a woman!” Drake laughed so hard he nearly doubled over. “Kid, this is pathetic! Are you saying you’re a woman? Prove it, then!” His words had a gross implication. But I ignored their mockery. I reached into my pocket and took out my ID. Then, I showed my ID in front of the cameras. “Look carefully.” On the big screen, the camera projected a close-up of my ID. [Name: Chris Chalamet] [Gender: Female] The entire room fell silent.

Tata teased, sitting up on her elbow as she stared at an agitated Adonis. “Fifty? Sixty? How dare you Tatiana Reynold! I will have you know, no one can ever look this good at twenty five.” Tatiana rolled her eyes dramatically and shrugged “Oh please, have you seen Timothy Chalamet? He looks better than you’d ever think looking.” She says and I just know Adonis is going to blow off. “Okay guys, I’m the sick one here. Take care of me.” I pushed the tray towards Tata who is now staring at me like I’ve grown five heads.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

Lysandra: The moment the words left the maid’s lips, something inside me cracked. He marked her. My ears rang. My vision blurred. “He what?” I had asked, though I’d already heard it. My heart hammered against my rib cage and I shook my head, not wanting to believe that this was true, not wanting to believe that everything that I tried, everything I tried to pull up, everything just went in vain. And he chose her. “Alpha Damon… marked Sienna,” the maid whispered, oblivious to the storm brewing behind my eyes. “They returned from a trip. They just announced it this morning. The entire pack knows now. She’s officially…”

“Gale, can you help me with something, please?” “Here.” Damien places the water down beside my plate and I shake my head at Damien when I feel him trying to open the mindlink again. “He is the spitting image of Coal.” I hear Flame’s hushed voice from the other room. “Like actually identical, down to the dimple in his cheek and the flecks of black in his irises.” “He is fit. Is that why you’re acting so crazy?” Her friend replies. “I’m not sure how it’ll work since Darius likes you, but I say, if you want to pull him, go for it.”

"Did you know her. Helena Graves. She was married to Damian wasn't she." "Yes," Camila said. "Briefly." Diane moved on to something else. Camila did not move on. She sat with her coffee and her pastry and her composed face and thought about Elena Markov and Robert Laine and a chemistry read happening next week and the male lead already confirmed. She knew the male lead. Everyone in the industry knew Thomas Ade. Thirty four years old. Serious actor. Three award nominations. Warm in person and magnetic on camera and exactly the kind of man that women responded to immediately.

“What? What are you saying?” How had she even seen Marcus again? "You met with Marcus?" “Yes, I ran into him at a mall yesterday. Totally random! I told him about you, how passionate you are about acting. He said he’d make sure you get the role—it’s practically yours—and then he asked where you’ve been. I told him you’d been…stressed about your playboy Leo. And girl, he confessed he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since that night. It turns out Marcus is practically royalty. Old money, but he’s also this fast-rising actor, super private, famous for voicing all those animated heroes. A British Royalty, Charlotte! And he is a billionaire. He spent, I kid you not, at least two hours convincin

She failed terribly at it. Her jaw went slack when she took him in. Around the pack house, she had seen her fair share of half-naked men, but nobody…nobody looked like Damien. He was sinfully gorgeous. It was unfair. Water dripped from his blonde hair, down to his bare chest. Ariel 's mouth dried up.

“I expect good news, and I do not want to hear any of the shit that I’ve been hearing for the past few days.” My second Beta, Marcellus, shook his head once. “Amelia hasn’t answered. If she’s covering for her, then Selene is already compromised. Whatever influence you expected her to have, it’s fading fast.” A glass slammed down on the table beside me, scotch sloshing over the rim. “Damn her. How is it fucking possible that Liam, the man who doesn’t even realize what is going on around him, does not see the traitors that are within, is fucking winning everything that goes around with or without him being oblivious?”