The Char-man Novels & Stories

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

Tan skin, breathtaking biceps, I can't even begin to imagine what his abs would look like. He had dark orbs, a clean shaved face and defined jaws. He was very tall as well, maybe 6'6 I wasn't really sure and yes... He looks really dangerous. Good for him, because I like danger. My eyes remained on him as he got to his seat. His assistant by the side before a middle aged man in a suit joined them. Well, looks like I found just the person to fuck out my pent up frustration. Now, I just need to get to talk to him.

his voice cracked up as if he was gonna cry anytime soon. I exhaled and stared at the pathetic figure in front of me. "It's okay as long as you don't try it again. Rosanna will surely forgive you even if it takes years, I'm sure she will, even if she doesn't I'll make sure of it. Right now I'll start by clearing your name," I said more calmly this time and he nodded like an obedient dog. Next day. Charlie's POV Yesterday's event still replays in my head. How I almost committed sucide.

In Ha heaved a sigh of relief as she managed to avoid the armor body in front of her but immediately thought of Marianne who was walking towards her with a horrible face. She unconsciously dragged the person who nearly hit her into a corner and forbade him to speak. In Ha returned to her sense when something warm touched her hand. She could barely contain the cry of admiration for this man in front of her. In Ha didn't know who this man was, but she often saw him with Arthur. In Ha probably didn't pay attention because she was too focused on Arthur, but looking closely like this, she clearly saw his red eyes and brown hair that were brighter than Arthur's handsome look.

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

he asked me. I shook my head, "No, I don't want to quit," I replied. He handed me the pen knife he had used earlier to cut off the man's finger and tongue. "Here, you can have it. Always carry this with you, to protect yourself" he told me. I took the pen from him. "Thanks Dante," I replied. "You are welcome," he answered. "Who was that woman that helped me earlier?" I asked him. "Silvana Ferrante, she is Ferrante's wife"

Blazing flames ignited behind the merman, and he looked as if he was surrounded by a raging inferno. It was an especially fearsome sight in the darkness, presenting him as if he was an undying spirit that crawled out of the ocean. From the lower deck, he slowly slithered from the stairs to the deck above, his soaked dark purple hair spread loosely over his body, making him look devilish yet eerie. I noticed that there was a katana sticking into his belly and out of his back, but it didn’t seem to inflict meaningful damage—he still moved steadily and powerfully, and he was flailing his webbed claws at the humans nearby who were fleeing, dicing their bodies into pieces like a skilled butcher a

The First Spear shimmered, her form melting into her original self—the Spear of Destiny—now glowing with divine energy. Charlene didn’t cry. Oddly, she felt comforted. An overwhelming peace settled into the room, like heaven had draped a blanket over her shoulders. A presence entered the room. Soft at first, like a ripple of warm light. It took on the form of a man—tall, radiant. Charlene couldn’t bear to look at him directly. The light he carried was too bright, too pure. She lowered her gaze to the floor. He walked over to the spear on the bed and picked it up with gentle reverence. His touch was tender, as if he were lifting something precious.

Ketura uttered. “How dare you speak ill of my wife?” A manly voice now spoke instead of Wendy. Ketura was quiet for a few seconds. How could a poor and disfigured man's voice sound commanding and domineering. “Have you suddenly lost your voice?” Hilton asked coldly. “The next time you speak to my wife in that manner, be ready to say your last prayer.” Hilton said sternly. “It hasn't gotten to that.” Ketura whispered. “Just forget about her.” Wendy's voice was heard in the background. In fear, Ketura hung up.

As Gerald had earned many merits helping my mother, she regarded him as her benefactor. Although Charley is half-demon and half-human, the old shaman of Tyi made a sacrifice during Aunt Jane's pregnancy. He parted with more than hundreds of years of cultivation to ensure that demonism did not manifest in her unborn child. Charley, like his other siblings, was born fully human.