Sonic Boom Charlie Novels & Stories

"My brother is a Filipino, I understand what you just said." "Too bad." "Hey! Ayoko na sayo." I hate you already. "Hmm, it sounded weird, coming from you." "Tch. I have an accent, thank you very much. Let's go inside, Cheeto." "Good idea, it's too cold." Megan opened the glass door and the small chimes decorating the frame made a tinkling sound. Their noses were immediately attacked by the welcoming smell of vanilla, cinnamon, and chocolate. She sighed in satisfaction.

He looked at the four purple whips that came at him again, and there were beams of earth-colored halos around him. Slap! As the whip lashed down, the halo was split, and blood splashed from Charlie's body again. Those purple whips were no less sharp than a knife. Each time it landed on Charlie, his skin would be split open, and the wound was so deep that even his bone could be seen. Charlie was scared. The calmness on his face disappeared. He was so panic that he couldn't help screaming. He felt the smell of death. "Save me." He turned to those western warriors for help.

he cackles. Rich? Rich? Like that will ever make me change my mind! "No!" I roar. "Never!" I shake my head madly left and right. At that moment our chef walks back in with my eggs and I scoop them in my hand and fling them at Nate. "NO!" "Charlie that is enough! Im sorry, she's in a bit of a crazy mood today." he chuckles to the chef. "YOU'RE THE CRAZY ONE NATE!" I scream in anger. I am certainly not crazy!

Gasping, I find myself being thrown to the side while the vehicle sways from impact. “What the hell?” Charlie growls, his aura bursting from him. “What the fuck was that?” As the words leave his lips, a loud screeching rings out around us as what looks to be a claw bursts through the roof above us. “We’re under attack!” Warren yells from the front seat. “Prepare yourselves.” “Yay!” Marty claps. “Finally, something interesting.” He sounds like a damn child as he gets up and extends his claws, and when his eyes flash a dangerous red, I know that he plans on causing some damage.

He said it in an extremely serious tone. "O-kay Dad!" I said but inside my mind, I already said a few cusses. I knew what Dad is going to say and I can no longer reason a way out of it. *** Black's POV "Black I'm so dead! I can't escape anymore!!!!!" Mich complained. She is here in my room this early morning just to complain. "What happened?" I asked confusedly because I haven't heard any explanation since she came in, she just rants and voices out how her life is doomed.

but I don’t believe her, she just does not sound confident “Charlie, do not lie to me” “Kiwi has a whole army. She is going to kill you” She falls silent and I call out to her over and over but get no response. I needed to get Charlie out of there

“I think our friend is becoming soft.” In the car, Charlie’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the action before them. She said, “The climax is soon to come, then the resolution. I’m excited!” Then, just as planned, Maxwell screamed. It was a loud, intense roar that seemed to shake the entire block. He suddenly stood like Son Goku powering up, his legs spread wide and his fists clenched. He even gave a dramatic glare, and somehow, his black hair looked windblown like he’d just been hit by lightning!

DAMN IT. I jumped off Langston's back and did one thing any person who's at my place would do. Run! I ran towards the door and opened it. Wait, it's locked? "Looking for this?" I heard his annoying voice which made me turn around and glare, "Langston..." "Chloe..." He smirked back. "Charlie..." Charlie added while grinning. His smile is so adorable. Charlie is like the replica of Langston as he gets older, the only thing that proves that he's my son is probably because of his personality!

Sky: “Dad says we might be here for a week. Kill me now.” Charlie stared at the message, wanting to write paragraphs back but settling for: “Hang in there. It’s safer.” He deleted three hearts before hitting send. The third day started like the others. Charlie was halfway through chapter twelve of the thriller. The main character had just discovered his partner was the traitor all along and that’s when he heard it. A car engine. Then another. Not the familiar rumble of Marcus’s SUV or any of the security detail vehicles. These were lighter, faster engines.

He waved and commanded his gang, “Get up there and riot, boys! We’re gonna f*ck him up real, real bad!” They stormed up the stairs in a burst of clamor. Charlie enjoyed a cigarette downstairs, waiting. A few moments later, he heard the ruckus—a cacophony of pounding fists, smashing objects, and verbal abuse. It was music to his ears, he dared say! This was the sound of his homies cornering that son of a b*tch and mopping the floor with his *ss!