Novel Charli Wade Novels & Stories

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"We're leaving. Now." "Do you know this jerk?" Chad asked, standing and meeting me chest to chest. If he only fucking knew how pissed I was, he'd be running with his tail between his legs. I stood taller, dwarfing him by at least six inches. When I turned toward Charli, I couldn't believe my eyes. She wasn't wearing anything that I'd bought. Under my grip was some cheap gold jewelry that looked like a snake twisted around her forearm. Her eyelids sparkled. She was made up like some kind of eighties' throwback punk-rocker.

" Wow, I am not going to write them back. I am going to ignore them for now. I will figure it out later. I need sleep. We have school. So, I am trying not to think about that crazy text message. But Cherry just closed your eyes, so I went to lie back down in my bed. I heard something again. I am so tired that I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Wade POV: I need to see her, I miss her. I want to hold her. I want to tell her I am sorry, and I didn't mean to hurt her. I want to make love to her again. It was so wonderful, she gave me her love and body. I fucked it up. I shook my head,d and so, I climbed her balcony again. I opened her window, and I went into her room. I saw her sleeping peacef

Savira sat on the couch. A novel lay before her. The corners of her eyes followed every word written in the book. Occasionally she laughed while reading the novel. Dion sighed, staring at the woman in front of him with annoyance. He was in the room alone with Savira, but the woman was engrossed in herself. Annoyed, Dion turns on loud music. Loud pop songs filled the luxurious room. Savira was still silent, she focused on reading the novel in front of her. The woman was completely unaffected by the sound Dion made. She seemed to enjoy it.

"Thank you, Charlie. I’ll find the perfect dress. I’ll make sure I look exactly how you want." "I know you will," Charlie grinned, walking over to pat her shoulder, completely blind to the fact that his own wife had already selected the wardrobe and written the script he was so eagerly funding. He walked back to the door, his heart light, his dark confidence restored. "Rest up, Elena. Everything is going to be alright. On Saturday, we take back our lives, and we bury Elara Vance forever." "I’m ready," Elena whispered as he stepped out into the hallway. Charlie happily left, his heavy footsteps fading down the stairs as he ran back out into the pouring Chelsea rain

"Yes, finally.... I engineered this wedding. There were times when I thought I'd never get the two of them hitched." Silence falls, the awkward silence of people trying to find the next thing to say. Beth looks down at my book. "What are you reading?" I offer it up to her. "It's one Charlotte recommended to me. 'Time Enough for Love'; a Heinlein sci-fi novel from the seventies." Richard arches brows and rubs the side of his nose. "Doesn't sound like your sort of reading. I'd have had you down as a thrillers and suspense man?"

“Have you asked her what she wants? Maybe she likes it here.” He shakes his head. “You know how women are. They might think they know what’s good for them, but really, they need someone to show them.” What the fuck was Charlie thinking, getting engaged to a guy like this? “I disagree. And I have a feeling this friend is much better off here than in New York with you.” “H-how do you—who are you?” I smile pleasantly just to piss him off. I extend my hand to shake. “Hi, I’m Owen Dawson. And Charlie and I are back together.”

Tom subconsciously cursed as he said angrily, “So, it’s you! What the hell is your origin?! You dare to go against me? Do you believe that the first thing I’m going to do as soon as I leave this place is to end your life?!” Charlie laughed and said, “You’re asking me about my origin? My name is Charlie Wade. I do not know if you’ve ever heard of me?” ‘Charlie Wade?!’ When Tom heard these two words, the first reaction in his head was, ‘F*ck! This guy’s last name is Wade! Could he be a member of the Wade family?!’

"Ah, you must be Mr. Maxwell. I am Linda Blair," The woman who greeted me said. I recognized her voice from our phone conversation. She was nothing like I imagined. I expected a woman of the age of 40 with grey hair and thick glasses that made her look like a librarian from old school movies. Instead, I was looking at a 30 something gorgeous woman with a head full of long blonde hair.

And she wouldn't think about the way Charlie looked at her lately as though he was slowly beginning to see her. The thought alone made her chest hurt. So she focused more on the pages of the novel. She was reading her book. Then suddenly— the library doors opened. Elara looked up instinctively due to a habit. And she froze suddenly- Charlie stepped inside, visibly drenched from the rain. Water drenching his black shirt which stick to his skin while damp strands of hair fell across his forehead carelessly. He looked mildly exhausted, probably from work, from traffic, or from the weather.