Novel & Cerita Scary James Charles

Charles waved him away impatiently, ordering another double. By the sixth, he was standing, swaying slightly, addressing the small crowd that had gathered out of curiosity and discomfort. “You know what the worst part is?” he shouted, voice cracking. “I love her. Not the game. Not the power. Her. And she looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was just another obstacle in her perfect little story with Shawn Reid.” Tears streamed down his face again as he downed the glass in one go. Security approached cautiously, trying to escort him out. Charles shoved them away, stumbling toward the exit.

I said, trying to convince myself more than I was supposed to do to him. "Charles just gave me an order to eliminate you, so I need you to delete the thought of seeing yourself as a family," he freely said. If it were to be any other person, I would have pleaded for my life but unfortunately for me, it was James. He was quite notorious for being violent and hard hearted. A person who gained such personality from a very young age can not easily change. He finally made me see the truth, and that truth was that none of them cared for me.

He was having a vacation with Veronica as a result of their business success. 12 years old Charles called his father and after pestering James who didn't pick up, James switched off his phone. Charles was helpless as he couldn't force Teresa to go to the hospital. If he was as strong as he was now, he would have carried her forcefully. Veronica Jackson took advantage of James' love for her and turned him against his mother worried that Teresa would reveal her true colours. She would fake tears and insist that his mother hated her and James would pacify and promise to not let Teresa brake them. Charles who his parents abandoned with Teresa, watched his grandmother die slowly as her little fev

When they realized that he was Selena’s brother, they became aggressive on the spot. Charles glared coldly at Melanie and the others, then he pulled Selena up and stood in front of them as he said coldly, “You’re the ones who want to sue my sister?” Charles was a fitness instructor, and he had a muscular build. He was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt in the early autumn weather, and it seemed as if his muscular body was about to rip his T-shirt open. In addition, with his height, Barry and the others had to look up to him, so they instantly seemed less arrogant.

My face showed nothing but a smirk which was difficult for me to wash away, and I felt pretty embarrassed about it. As I turned my head to see if Charles was coming down, my eyes got stuck at him when I saw him talking to James. He was looking extremely irresistible in a black Armani suit and magnificent shoes the brand of which was very hard for me to guess. I couldn’t believe it one more time that I was living with such a desirable man. Who was not only handsome but also super sexy and well-settled.

I took a shaky breath, trying to regain control. "I'm scared, Charles. I'm scared of what's happening. I'm scared of Nathan, if he's really behind this. I'm scared of James Wei. And sometimes… sometimes, I'm even scared of you." The admission hung between us, raw and undeniable. He winced, a flicker of genuine hurt crossing his features before being quickly suppressed. He started to take a step towards me, his hand outstretched, then stopped abruptly, his face contorting in a spasm of pain. He pressed his hand to his ribs, his good arm supporting the one in the sling, his breath hissing through his teeth.

♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Daisy's POV:: I couldn't believe it. Or, more specifically, I couldn't believe myself. I had my hands stroking my body and my mouth letting out sounds of pleasure as my owner towered over the enemy, his eyes screaming the promise of murder. And instead of me to be freaked out, there I was, moaning and groaning as I felt my orgasm build up. “Start talking, Charles,” Aiden’s guttural voice caused me to look up, my fingers still playing with my folds. The man named Charles stared at him, his expression defiant, but in spite of the sneering look on his lips, I noticed the fear in his eyes. “Talking? About what? About the show you're giving me right now?”

came the reply of the girl shrieking in fear. If there was one thing Charles had learnt from his stay with Nigerians, it was that majority of the people in the low class, tend to fear men that possessed power. "I expected no less from craps like you. You had better make use of the survival skills you have in you, and tell me what I want to know. I give you five seconds to open those shit-holes you call mouths, and tell me where the heck I am. How can I also get out in a single piece? Five..." said Charles placing a finger on the trigger of the gun in his left hand.

He continued working, trying to maintain his composure despite the threat. "Fast. I don't have the whole day," Charles sneered, his impatience evident. The atmosphere grew even more tense as James worked feverishly, his hands trembling with both fear and determination. "Charles..." I interjected, my voice filled with concern and a hint of desperation. "Please give him a little more time. He's doing his best." Charles's sinister smile widened, revealing his true sadistic nature as he leaned in closer to James, his eyes glinting with malicious intent.

“I heard that!” James declared. “How did you hear? He literally whispered.” I let out and he laughed. “Babydoll, I survived ten years in special forces because of my sharp hearing. I can hear even the faintest sound.” He bragged and I didn’t doubt that he could because I didn’t hear the helicopter sound that Thomas claimed to have heard. “That’s crazy!” I said and he laughed. “Charles is the opposite, his ears are gone from all the screaming fan girls.” I laughed when Charles playfully punched him.