Novel Charlie Novels & Stories

“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.”

"I'll pin him down eventually. But I didn't come here looking for Jack." I lifted my brows in surprise, and I tried to keep my eyes from going as wide as my brows had high. Charlie didn't miss my shock. He took a sip of his drink, swallowed, and then held his cup on the armrest of the chair-cool as a cucumber and casual as could be. "I came to see you." He was smooth and experienced. Charlie Burin was a practiced flirt, while I, on the other hand, was a novice at best. Heat rose in my cheeks, which meant a pink blush did as well. And then the vein in my neck began to throb as my heart rate increased at the thought of Charlie Burin driving from Mason Belle to Laredo to check on me. "Oh."

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger

The very one, whom she ended up giving her fireflies and her heart too. They begun meeting away from the noises of Hughes household. Charlie was so different, he speaks little, but listened carefully. Charlie was different from Lily's lively world, and a gentle escape for Elara. "Why you are quiet today?" He told her once. "So are you." ".... But I like when you talk." Elara's cheeks warmed it on their own. His name. Charlie Brown! It carried weight even as a child. His family was known everywhere, infamous for their wealth, prestige and influence. Everything about him was special and perfect. Except those eyes.

I stammered. "Yeah." "When?" "Second year." I tried hard to think back to my sophomore year. Back then, I think I was completely obsessed with a fictional couple back then. Completely unhinged about it. I basically lived in the library, devouring fanfiction day and night. The real world barely existed to me. "I really don't remember." "I know," Charlie said calmly, "you only had eyes for your novels." I was speechless. "Later, I heard you were getting close to a senior, so I gave up."

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

Charlie extended her hand on the counter, gently touching his arm. Her instinct told her Matt was not telling her everything. She still recognized those small telltale signs when her friend was not entirely being truthful to her. “Ok, but fair warning, my story is not that pretty.” He decided to tell her something. “But you have to promise that you will also tell me what you have been doing while I was gone.” He offered his hand for a shake, hoping to strike a fair bargain. “You got a deal.” Charlie gladly agreed. “So, how did you end up in the orphanage if your family is rich?” She asked the first thing that came to mind.

Drake nodded, knowing I was referring to my son. I entered Lilith's room where Charlie usually likes to play. Knocking on the door three times, I opened the door and searched for the little pup. Charlie squatted on the floor. He and Lilith were reading books silently and they both visibly caged in their own worlds. Charlie may be naughty and playful sometimes but he also loved reading books, always babbling about the importance of increasing your knowledge about the world. That way you won't be gullible and easily deceived, he says. Sometimes I wonder if he inherited his intelligence from me or Damien. I shrugged at the thought. But also hoping it was me.

“Coming here is a mistake -” “Stop it, Aiden.” I cut him, stopping and never reaching the dresser. I faced him to meet his eyes and ensure he was not making fun of me. “You did the right thing coming here because I finally realized this is much better than your snail mail idea. We’re not completely honest with each other.” He nodded. “I haven’t told you about Charlie yet.” Charlie? My eyebrows knitted, asking myself instead of him who the heck Charlie was. “How old is this Charlie?”

I said while she didn't seem too happy with the plan when Sofia felt something near the door. "I feel the wolf smell you gave me that day near our front door. I think he is here." Sofie said while I don't know how to feel. Someone from my clan is here which is a happy feeling but is he bad or good? I opened the door to see someone else, an elderly person who smiled at us. "I can't believe it. Benjamin and Katherine? You guys are alive." he said feeling emotional while I felt like I had seen him somewhere. "I am Charlie, everyone thought I died but I survived that day, your wedding day and escaped. I was just five so a couple from another clan did not know who I adopted me." he said, making m