The Char-man Novels & Stories

"No. This man in the picture ain't as muscled as this. And he's a bit taller." "Cowards!" Charlie shouted, spitting out blood. "The man you are looking for is miles away from here, as we speak, where you'll never get him. In his green car. You leeches sucking Parkwood's dick." Liam swallowed. He knew he shouldn't be here, standing and watching. He should be racing down the streets in his car. Running to safety. But his feet were glued to he ground. He wanted to see if Charlie could be rescued in some way.

His gaze hardened. “How long do you think you can keep up this charade? A lifestyle like this requires money.” Bella remained silent. Their words continued to rain down on her, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of a reaction. She simply stopped eating. With deliberate calm, she placed her utensils neatly on the plate and picked up the napkin. She gently wiped her mouth, never once lifting her gaze toward any of them. “Instead of putting on this act, why don't you just come back to us, Bella?” Matilda said with a confident smile. “You can have everything you need for free.”

Witnessing their tender moment was enough for whatever lingering feelings I had left to die out completely. "Kill this scumbag!" A burly man raised an iron pipe, getting ready to swing it at my head. When Jessica noticed him, she pushed Ronald away, yelling, "No!" At the very last second before impact, a deafening bang echoed through the hall. Someone had kicked the doors to the banquet hall open. "Get the hell away from him!" A woman with an intimidating presence, flanked by a dozen black-clad bodyguards, rushed over to shield me.

What will I do now? “Do you want to stand there forever? Aren't you going to sit down?” I was surprised when I heard his manly and elegant voice. I frowned because that voice was too familiar to me but I didn't know where I heard his voice. “What's your name?” I feel like he's starting to interrogate me. He looked at me but his handsome face was grumpy. He stared at me for so long. “I am Charity Valderama.” He nodded his head and looked again at the document that he was reading.

Remona gazed at the picture mouth agape, she didn't know what to do. Shock ran down her spine staring at the picture in her hands, it was a picture of two men who looked the same in boxers standing on the beach. One had a tattoo on his chest but the other didn't, the other had brown eyes while the tattooed guy had dark black eyes. She dropped the phone and stumbled backward with wide eyes, Bruce quickly caught his phone so it wouldn't fall. "I... I... I... " Remona wanted to say something but it was all stuck in her throat, she couldn't believe she had made a mistake already.

She lifted her hand again and soon he also disappeared into ash. She looked at the others as they started running away like cowards but with the flick of her finger, they all dropped to the ground as she broke their necks. The man looked at Charlotte and said, "Enjoy your victory while it lasts," before disappearing into thin air. I quickly changed back into human form and got dressed before walking over to her. Charlotte... I turned around and saw Damon and the other warriors all looking at me. Narrowing his eyes and waiting for an explanation.

Will Tom be joining us? Charlie was focused on linguistics and sociology. His bloodline was linked to Communication; he had been on more explorations than any other Zen in their age group. As a human, he presented with pale hair, blue eyes, and golden skin. He was seated opposite Carrie and seemed only slightly larger than her which John found surprising. None of his brother's mates had been small males as Zen. 'No, Tom is being given some freedom from our brother's scowls,' Clark teased, taking a seat between John and Carrie, 'Are you free of the Chief yet, Carter?'

A shadow dropped from the rafters, landing with the grace of a cat, between Dante and us. “You okay, kid?” “Charlie?” My eyes beamed open. “In the flesh,” he laughed. He didn't look anything like the frail man at the hospital. He wasn't dressed as a janitor this time. He wore a bulletproof vest and had a shotgun in his hands. Even Jose was surprised. “Didn't I tell you, kid? The ghost always leaves a trail,” Charlie said without looking back. “I've been waiting years for this rat to come back.” “You're a dead man, Charlie,” Dante hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Both you and the girl,” he said.

It is well known that he deals with over fifteen companies and would not frequent a particular one for too long but Charlie decided to hope. Charlie was starting to doze off when he heard the sound of a car engine. His eyes opened as fast as it could. The man coming out of the designer car is no other person than Damiel Voldov’s right-hand man who, after getting out, stops to open the door for Damiel Voldov.

Sansom laughs as Charlie struggles against the man holding her, “You and me both, woman. He ran away, and now no one can find him.” Charlie blinks then smiles widely, and starts laughing. “What’s so funny?” She shakes her head, “I know where they are. And I’ll never tell you. I’d rather die, but I’m pretty sure you’ll die before I do, you Vampire Bastard!” He gets up in her face, leering at her. She smiles, he backhands her again.