Michael X Charlie Novels & Stories

“Wait with the men for now.” “Don’t think about it, boy.” Papa Charley was not waiting with the rest of them, he stormed right up to the table. Michael was pissed having Papa Charley there. “Can’t he wait with the rest of them?” “I want my Papa Charley here with me.” Michael looked at the man Melody called Papa Charley then at her. “You wanted to talk, talk.” Melody is showing him just as much disrespect as he has shown her over her lifetime.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

he inquired. "No, I am not," Michael responded flatly. "Okay, my name's Charlie, sir," the bartender introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Charlie. Well, what do you want from me?" Michael asked brusquely. "Well, you look familiar, sir. I just can't quite place how I know you." Michael emptied his second cup and requested the entire bottle, hoping to drown his sorrows, though he knew no amount of alcohol could intoxicate him. Charlie handed over the full whiskey bottle without protest. "Isn't it a bit early to get drunk, sir?" He asked.

“Come on. I’m pretty sure if she’s threatening me with the tongue thing, it goes for you, too.” “You’re damn right it does!” And with that, Charlie slams the door behind us. ______________________________________ We meet with Devin and Xander to make the call to Mike. He picks up on the first ring. “Devin?” “Hey, Mike. Yeah, it’s me, Devin. Nice to finally talk to you.” “Yup. I’m here with my brother, Seth, and Isaac.” “Hey guys. My mate, Xander, is here. Along with Charlie, Zak, and Brandon. So, you said you had an idea?”

- I’ll explain on the phone. —You’ve always been good at decorating, Doce. - praises Mr. X. Yes, X is still present in my life, only some things between us have changed. Only some things between me and Mr. X have changed. The jokes continued, just not in the same frequency as we had before. But when they happened they were perfect, indecent, and intense, to the point that I say that he is my virtual soul mate at all times. I really feel it… we have something unique.

I look up, standing there is Michael, Mackenzie, and Riley. "Your dimwitted sister finally did something right." Michael says, staring at me. He looks oddly familiar, not from the other night, I mean just in general. I know he's Xaviers oldest brother, I remember that much. "You are so naive. You easily fell for that trap." Riley scoffs glaring at me, his eyes basically throwing daggers at me. "Shut up." I breath heavily "Someone still has some fight in them I see" Michael says as he opens the cell door and walks in.

Adrian “What about Brian?” I asked, my voice cold and controlled. Too controlled. Charles froze. His expression cracked. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t think I’d know. “He knows too much,” he said finally, the words dragging out like a confession. “Dragomir won’t let him go...” I stepped toward him, slow and deliberate. “I asked you a question. Not a theory.” Charles swallowed hard, color draining from his face. “In the basement. My house in Alpaca. Where Michael is staying. He’s there. And Michael... Michael knows.”

Leo and I went to his car and we drove back to my house. I was excited to be able to go home once again, but this might be the last. The drive took longer than expected and we finally reached my house. There was a man watering the plants in the front yard and the plants were looking livelier than ever. The man, Mike, waved at us as soon as he saw us. I'm guessing Arturo informed him that we were coming.

He smirked and leaned in, whispering, “Drew used to have a parrot’s nose and rabbit ears, so... yeah, don’t be too impressed. And remember, this is just a secret. Don't tell him I said so." Charlie blinked, bewildered. That was definitely unnecessary information! Still, she answered, “Okaaaay…” Soon, they returned to the pool area, walking hand in hand, with Taylor carrying Charlie’s bag. As expected, all eyes were on them. About ten of Taylor’s friends stood around four cocktail tables, all smiling as they approached. A familiar-looking guy with a square face and black hair spoke first, “Hey, Charlie. I don’t know if you know me, but I’m Maxwell. We go to the same university. I’m part of th

“What a pervert.” He abruptly stood to stop her. “Are you leaving already? Pardon my manners, my name is Michael. What's yours?” She gawked at his face to be sure she was safe to answer him. “You're not welcome.” Charlene rolled her eyes and then left with the baby in her arms. Michael grinned, without budging an inch from where he was standing. “She's beautiful though.”