Romans & histoires The Char-man

Inside her manager's transport wagon, Manni lies across the back furs, howling and crying until her throat is raw. Sitting in the front seat, Charlene watches the dark trail ahead, her wolf feeling unusually pleased with the blood on the floor. Who would have thought Ava Hart had the teeth to destroy this female so completely. "I want to tear Ava's throat out! I want that she-wolf broken into pieces!" Manni screams against the wood. Do your claws even have the reach anymore? Charlene thinks, letting out a silent sneer.

The man made to pull out a gun but Charlene quickly raised her leg, delivering a lethal kick to his jaw, dislocating it immediately. The man fell to the ground, writhing in fear, but that wasn't the end. Three other men ran towards her, growling and ready to devour her. Mason watched with admiration in his eyes, she was a tigress, exactly everything he hoped for in a woman. Noah couldn't help the pure horror in his eyes as he watched her fight off the men one of the other. He screamed and panicked whenever she received a blow from the men. Charlene was facing off with the last man she had to face. He seemed to be stronger than the other, because she was already bleeding from three different

Or read all the books in the romance section of the local library! "I'm sorry! I haven't stolen anything! I don't do drugs! I haven't even seen any type of drugs before... Well, I have, you know, Ibuprofen, Paracetamol, Advil, Lo— Well that's not the point! The point is, I don't deserve to die! I'm so young and growing..." Charlie keeps rambling on in a high-pitched voice. The mysterious man scrunches up his brows as an amused look crosses his eyes. Charlie would've noticed this if she wasn't staring at his big hands that clutch two duffle bags in a tight grip.

Her voice slipped lower, picking up a faint growl buried beneath it. "If you're trying to scare me," she said, "you're late by about ten years." Silence. Then—soft footsteps, uneven, approaching. Charlie squared her stance. Fog shifted. And a figure stepped out. A man, though the word felt insufficient. Early twenties. Tall, lean, built like someone who didn't quite belong in his own skin. Rain plastered dark hair to his forehead. His clothes were torn and muddied, sleeves ragged as if clawed. His eyes—his eyes were wrong. Gold shimmered beneath the human brown, pulsing faintly like embers under ash.

The man was really surprised by her question. "Please enlighten me", Charlene said as she took a step closer. "Well, there are strange monsters on rampage and until the government has it under control, people should take safety measures and protect themselves by staying indoors", the man explained. "Monsters..." Charlene mumbled, drawing even closer. "Do they have claws like this?" Charlene elongated her claws and showed it to the soldier. But before he could react, she dug the claws into his chest, killing him on the spot. He still had a shocked expression on his face by the time his body collapsed.

“Fair. But also he’s a walking magical encyclopedia. And I’m tired.” “Fine,” Cheyenne said with a sigh. “But I’m calling dibs on popcorn duty if this turns into one of his classic cryptic lectures.” “Deal.” Twenty Minutes Later… Charlie arrived in a shimmer of gold and smoke, stepping through the protective wards like they were silk curtains. He was dressed in his usual charcoal robes, long silver hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and a calm expression that never boded well. “Well,” he said, taking in the room with a slow glance. “Either someone found a new prophecy, or you accidentally opened a portal to the underworld again.”

"Oh ... they'll be fine, calm down. Haven't you seen how Blaze fights? Even ten times this attack like this... it won't bother him. That guy is creepy when he gets angry." "Are you talking about Blaze or Charlie?" I asked in surprise. Blaze doesn't seem like a fighter type. "Blaze of course silly! Charlie is quite strong ... but maybe he is only a third of Blaze. Your man ... he is arguably the creepiest man in the werewolf world. Never mind ... don't worry about the men ... you better wake up. and help me make food. The ginger men here get hungry very quickly. " Said Devanna. "Whatt?" I shouted in disbelief. Did I hear her right?

There were 2 guys in the center, one with shorts on and one without. "Gorilla" aka the huge guy in his boxers, stepped on "Dracula" aka the-now-naked and lanky boy that doesn't give up. "Hey." Feeling warmth beside me, I shut the book close. "Ma'am Burma's going to kill me if I failed this test, Charlie. So can you hurry up and let's leave?" I turned around and faced Charlie. But the person who owns that 'warmth' is not Charlie apparently. Nope, it's a good-looking bruised-up guy with a split lip, disheveled hair, and black eye. With or without bruises, he still looks good.

In a sudden display of brute strength, Charlie flipped the car over eight meters with just his hands. Despite the ghastly sight of his torn skin and flesh, wounds covering his body, his strength was immensely powerful. Jasmine stared, horrified. "Who are you? We can give you money; just don't hurt us." Charlie burst into mocking laughter. "Wahaha! Money? I don't need money! You're Frederick's woman, right? I want you dead!" He charged at them in a frenzy.