Scary James Charles Novels & Stories

Chris had been so good to him, but since Chris had taken him in, he felt like he owed Chris and had been trying to be supportive ever since. “Well, I want to sit here now” Chris saud and faced the other way. “Okay…” James said, unable to move “But… what’s wrong?” he asked carefully, his tone low and very gentle. “What’s wrong?” Chris said and scoffed “What is wrong you ask?” He said and stood up. Out of fear, James took a step backwards, he was not scared of Charles, but he had respect for him and was mindful. “Helene is sick!” Chris raged with all his might, his breath hard.

If he didn't, then who did, and I don't think he's lying about it, he looked too surprised when he saw Jasper in the room. "Big brother you should really control your anger, its not right to start a fight at a time like this, please, remember who you are." Dave pleaded. Charles stood up, rushing towards the other Alpha's while his brother's held him back. Still he kept beating them up one after the other. "I remember who I am. Certainly. I am Charles Maxwell, the Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack, these people are savages." He lashed out. This really angered the others, one of them suddenly got up and charged towards Charles. "Watch your tongue boy."

That bitch. No. This isn’t over. Savannah will deliver. She has to. I’ll make sure of it. Because if I lose James… I lose everything. Charles finally lifts his head. “You done playing God now?” He gives a wry chuckle. He loves this, enjoys seeing me in trouble. Well, I’m not showing him any weakness. Never have, even when the back of his hand struck me. “No,” I say, pouring myself a drink. “I’m just getting started.”

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.

It sounded surreal, and she wanted to wake up from what she believed to be a nightmare. “I, my son, and my wife are going to be killed by these Boneseeker Men? That’s what’s going to happen to us?” Charles put his hand up to his mouth after watching Jenatrix smirk at him while slowly nodding her head. He tried not to imagine being eaten alive by something that resembled a spider. Charles had a powerful fear of arachnids.

“A⁠nd the poisoning, it blew h‌is p‌erformance apart, C‌ha‍rles. Just for‌ a second. H⁠e went white.‌ He was a‌n‌gry. Not for me. Not for Silas. He was angry he di⁠dn’t know.” Charles list⁠ened, h‍is face granite. He didn’t inte‌r‌rup‌t. “‌He c⁠alled it mo⁠nstrous⁠. Crude. He said it was the work of⁠ someo‍ne sick, so⁠meone with a personal vendetta. Someone who just wanted to burn ever‌ything down.” I swallowe‌d, the‌ sou‍r taste of James’⁠s performance still in my mouth‌. “He kept saying I was⁠n’t safe. That he could prot⁠ect me‍. He was⁠ trying to pull me over to his side, to make me see him as my only safe harbor.” A short, hollo‌w laugh escap‍ed me. “He ga⁠ve me a pho� �ne. A clean on⁠e.

He added, raking his fingers through his hair. "What the fuck am I going to do?" James stopped and exhaled frustratedly. Just as he was about to start walking again, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "How about dropping the act?" James spun around and gasped in surprise, "You!" It was Charles, standing under the dim glow of the streetlight, his expression unreadable. "Have you been following me??" James asked, his voice rising. "Obviously," Charles replied with a nonchalant shrug. "I have been following you since the moment you left the hospital,"

I didn't realize how worried Charles was when his people started scanning me up and down with a device that has a blue light emitting a small jolting sound. I repeatedly tell them that I'm fine and that it's just a scrape on the skin, and I'm perplexed as to why Charles is acting harshly, screaming on the back about why the pavement is not even, and all sorts of other things towards his people when he has put me in far worse situations.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”