The Char-man Novels & Stories

He was tall with ash-colored hair that had started to go gray at the temples, and there was something in his eyes - a worldliness, perhaps - that automatically gave him an air of authority. "Do we have it?" the older man said, and he didn't need to specify what he meant. His steel-colored eyes locked right on her, and she fought the urge to wither beneath that sharp, direct gaze. The other two had fallen silent. She felt Jackson step up beside her, felt a reassuring touch of his hand against her back. "She's got it," Jackson told the older man. "This is Charlotte Carver." He gave her side a soft squeeze. "Charlie, this is Roth."

the man nervously says. I smile, "My brother is twenty-three and I am seventeen." The man simply nods, clearly unsure what to do. I reach into my pouch and take out the gold and ruby bracelet. "Here. Please take it to a man named Gruff down by the Dark Piers. Tell him..." I pause before saying my name, "Charlie sent you. He will help you trade the bracelet for money." "You're a pirate. What are you playing at?" The man suspiciously asks me. "I will not take it. I will not owe my debt to a filthy pirate!"

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

, as if it was nothing to be concerned about. I see a tall man, his eyes wide with fright yet his fists balled as if poised to fight. He looks exhausted with dark rings under his eyes. His hair is short but messy as if he’d just woke up. His long, but nicely trimmed beard match his chestnut coloured hair. The fact that he had those dark rings under his eyes and his hair was messy, did not distract from the fact that he is a very attractive man. With a nice defined jaw and dark eyes. Wide shoulders with muscular arms, not like a body builder, but that of a worker, a hard working man. He looks like he could chop wood all day.

But we stop speaking as the sound of voices approaches the front door. Regina enters, and behind her is Zara Fox and her grandson,one of the brotherhood leader widow, she was at my mom’s funeral, I hesitate, unsure of what he wants. Does he plan to warn me? But then I notice the look he gives Regina when she glances at him. I know what he wants. “Hello.” Charlene extends her hand toward him. “My name is Charlene, and this is my husband, Alfredo.” “My sister is so formal,” Regina says to the boy. “Charlene, Stefan gave me a ride home from school.” Regina laughs. “When we were leaving school today, it was like we were leading a parade with our Rovers and Mercedes riding behind us.”

Lucia, you just wait! But if he was really some big shot, how is Lucia associated with him? What tactic did she use to attract such charismatic man? This was the first time Renata was ignored and looked down on by a man. Furthermore, it was by a man she was attracted to, so she was even more reluctant to let go. If Lucia could manage to snatch this man, then she also could do so without a doubt! She had already snatched Johnny from Lucia, so taking this handsome and noble man would make no difference.Although she had taken a blow from the man’s nonchalant indifference, her desire to conquer was also ignited.A man with such good looks and charisma was not easy to obtain after all.Not to menti

It was beyond human. Faber's heart sank. Recalling the scene at the Sutton family manor, Kiran seemed even more godlike in his eyes. "Not giving money?" Kiran scoffed, his gaze coldly sweeping over Charlie and the others, "Then give your lives!" Whoosh! The stone lion in his hand flew like a meteor towards Charlie and his men.

The pit was dug vertically and had smooth mud walls, so the only way to get Elwin out was to lift him up by rope. However, we were on the borders of the territory of supernatural beings. Where were we going to get rope? Just as I was at my wits' end, a group of ratfolk slowly and casually showed up. Their leader was a white-haired fellow who was decently good-looking, but he had a servile look on his face that made me uneasy. "I've done everything as you asked, Highlady of the Silvermoon tribe." I followed his gaze to see Charlotte. She stood on high ground with a contemptuous look in her eyes. "You surprisingly haven't been driven out of the tribe yet despite poisoning a half-elf child, Min

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

It better not be them this time, I hoped because I knew was just gonna lose it. I stood on shaky legs and followed the guard down the long corridor, wrists cuffed, the orange jumpsuit hanging loose on my frame. When I stepped into the visitation room, my eyes landed on the man waiting at the other side of the glass. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of dark storm clouds. His expensive but understated suit and the faint scar through one eyebrow gave him a quietly dangerous edge. Then my gaze shifted slightly. And my heart stopped.