Novel & Cerita Scary James Charles

I said with no emotions. I kept looking at James and I saw the questions in his eyes and his body language. ‘Who is this man? there's no iota of fear or doubt in him. He is not angry yet you get the feeling that he means every word he is saying. What has Karl gotten himself involved with? This man is a dangerous man and there is something dark about him.’ He simply held my stare as I answered his unasked questions, James was one that would never back down from a fight. He was irrational but some of his conquest and exploits has been rational executed if you follow his story which made him a scary person and someone I made a mental note not to underestimate.

Charles paced back and forth in the hotel room which he rented for the whole floor, to accommodate all of his men who were staying with him. He was contemplating the risks presented by the scientists working with him. Jose. Jose said that he could make contact with Jasmine if Jasmine drank his blood. He knows that the woman has started to transform into lycan .. which means her blood is poisonous to him. All this time, Charles had been spitting out Jasmine's blood again and had not swallowed it.

Serena tried to cry out, but her voice caught in her throat. She looked up just in time to see a masked man approaching. His scent was unfamiliar—neutral, like he’d masked it on purpose. His steps were fast, silent, efficient. A dagger gleamed at his waist, but he didn’t reach for it. Instead, he raised something small—a dark crystal embedded in a charm—and held it before her face.

“Wow. Your excuse for leaving me must be something else.” “Charles, that’s not it. I . . . just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to . . . to . . .” “To what?” The driver opened her door. She didn’t hesitate to get out. “Make sure she doesn’t go into a full sprint down the street, Xavier,” Charles said loudly. “It was hell catching her the first time.” Xavier was six feet tall. He had very pale skin, almost albino. He was in his forties. He was wearing a black chauffer’s hat and suit like her father wore.

Unlike James, Charles is the nerd and also the guy that doesn't care about dating or relationships. Charles had lost his mate to one of the council representative, yet he didn't react. He let them go away, after breaking the bond between them and almost losing his life for that. Yet, he went ahead to forgive his ex mate. Since then, he wasn't bothered about girls or sharing a one night stand with anyone. He would rather stay in his room, coiled up with his books of his history and learning more about our ancestors. "I have to get back now but I promise go come see you in Atlanta after the training is done." He promised, giving my forehead a kiss and rushed out of the orphanage covering his f

Crestwell declared. “Thank you, Dr. Crestwell.” Charles thanked in gratitude. “I never thought I’ll see you again, Charles, let alone as the Don of Townsville. Rest assured; my lips are sealed.” Said Dr. Crestwell. “Thank you. That reminds me… Jim, is my earpiece still with you?” Charles asked Jim. “Here, boss.” Jim replied and passed Charles’s earpiece to him. “Phoenix Mafia! Do you read me?” Charles spoke into his earpiece.

Creed interrupted him “ Yeah, I actually spoke to grams and she helped me a lot. I can’t let what I did haunt me forever only because I won’t live forever. So we are going to move on from this and be okay..not just for ourselves but for our pack.” Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly I walk over to the dresser grabbing some clothes. Dropping my towel I start getting dressed. “ Charlotte!!” Alex yelled pushing Creed off the bed and onto the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the dresser.

“So, it has come to my attention that people are unhappy in my company. If you’d like to resign, please do so but just bear in mind that you will have a criminal record I own most of the businesses in this entire country and it's quite difficult to get a job with a criminal record. Would anyone like to resign?” Dead silence and fear are still lingering in the air; just cowering in fear. “Okay good, now if it ever happens again, you will all end up in jail or on the street, understood?” “Yes sir,” Charles yells from the back of the room. “Proceed,” I say, and I walk to the fridge and open it, taking out my chicken salad and bottle of water. I call Charles who is busy having a conversation wit

Charles stuttered before begging for mercy. “You didn’t see anything. You didn’t hear anything. If even a word of what happened tonight gets out, well… you know the consequences,” James said coldly, but he knew who deserved his wrath. Charles had done nothing to him. He was not going to kill him. James glanced back at Rowena lying feebly on the bed. “I’m sure you’re curious as to who I am. I don’t mind telling you. I’m the Black Dragon of the Southern Plains, commander of the Black Dragon Army. Forget Trent Xavier, I can even kill the Blithe King if I wanted to.”

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.