The Char-man Novels & Stories

Emilio POV. The name is Emilio Black, captain of the football team, staright A student, eighteen year old, your friendly next door daddy dom. Everyone in my family went to this school, we are The Finest, if you want a future you'll kill to be here.

“You’re mine, Morgan. Don’t pretend otherwise.” She tried to leave him. But at five months pregnant, Charles lured her to his apartment under the guise of saying goodbye. He locked the door. He screamed accusations. He hit her—once, then again—until her vision blurred and she collapsed to the floor, arms curled protectively around the fragile life inside her. She escaped only when his rage momentarily blinded him. Barefoot and bleeding, she fled into the icy Brooklyn streets, eventually finding a phone booth where she called the only man she knew would come.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

The individuals who were named by the chubby man endeavored to get away. "You set out to run from me!? You folks, capture them and twofold their fines!" said the greasy with a horrible articulation. "Indeed sir!" said the dark robed men as they made the pursuit. Assuming the understudies of the foundation were approached to name one most miserable individuals in the institute, that individual would be that chunky man who was additionally the top of the Enforcement Department. His name was Charade and was called by a larger number of people as the "Haunting Miser".

It’s like she’s a chihuahua. Charlie attempts to explain things, trying to get this hulking man to back down, “Look, I don’t want to tarnish any familial bonds. I have no bad motives in purchasing her. But… I won’t give her up. One way or another, she will be going back home with me tonight. Because my pack is where she truly belongs.” The man growls in response he takes a step forward, trying to intimidate Charlie as they now touch chests. The man looks down on him, but Charlie is unfazed. Charlie’s six foot now so the man before him has to be at least six foot three.

"And you think you can keep it a secret every time? Look, we've already been busted this time." Colt was gearing up to lay into the responding villager when a man from the corner brushed off his jacket and stood up. It was Charlie Lach, and Colt recognized him to be quite a character. Charlie was quick-tempered, a known bully around these streets, and a school dropout since the third grade who had been causing trouble ever since. Despite his flaws, people seldom crossed him, mainly because he was built like a tank.

“It’s fine, Charlene. My brother can afford it.” “You won’t make me pay, right? I don’t have money,” Charlene asked anxiously. “No. It’s free. Go ahead and eat.” Slowly, Charlene began eating, still feeling embarrassed. When she finished, a man approached their table. “Oh, he’s here,” Lander said. Both Charlene and Black looked up as Lander waved. The man walked straight toward them. Charlene froze when she recognized him. “You,” she muttered, staring at Kerill. “You’re here?”

While serving Jasmine, Charlene was taking great care to remove the bones from her fish. At first glance, it seemed like nothing had changed. However, Moran found himself staring for a little while longer. Charlene saw Moran's stare and shot him a chilly glance. Moran hesitated. He was aware that Charlene had always wished to make amends with Thorne and Granger because of their close bond. Charlene had persevered despite their lack of interest in her. Despite her social awkwardness, she always tried to approach them and smiled gently. Charlene's eyes were chilly now, though. It was only then that Moran realized Charlene appeared to behave similarly toward Jasmine, as if she were staring at a

As they emerged, the car door swung open, revealing a figure clad in red. Charlene's eyes brightened, feeling fortunate for the timely arrival of Xena. "Senior sister." "You're out quite early," Xena approached. "Let's go, your brother is waiting for you." "My brother is here too? Where is he?" Charlene looked around. "He's in another place," Xena replied. At that moment, a man stepped out of a black car. The muscles on his arms appeared ready to burst through his tight black half-sleeved shirt, exuding an aura of strength.

Although she was pricked with doubt, she knew she was in an unfamiliar place. “Richard, Daniella. Anyone out there?” She called out, nearly whispering. She could hear footsteps approaching. Soon the sound became loud, she looked at the entrance then a man stepped inside. Judging by his look, he didn't seem like a good guy. Beneath his chin was a conspicuous scar. He was wearing a vest so every muscle ridged his shoulder and arms. Her brain was addled with confusion the moment another man stepped in. “Is she awake?” This was the man she hit with his car. Immediately Charlene recognized him.