Verbalase X Charlie Video Novels & Stories

I closed my mouth but started to choke and cough at the absurdity of all of this. Charlie muted the TV and tossed the remote onto the table. When he set his feet on the floor and leaned forward, I was quite certain I'd stop breathing. His eyes were intense and set on me. "I see the improvements you make every day. In physical therapy...it's amazing. I just..." Charlie shrugged and then rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly uneasy. "I don't think I could do it." "You're the one who told me it was mind over matter."

“It’s like you guys made up for the time you had lost! Damn!” “So, um... tell me more about 69,” Charlie asked, and within minutes, they dove into the topic like it was a brand-new crash course — complete with giggles, wild hand gestures, and zero shame. When they were done talking, Charlie said, “After this, I don’t think I can look Maxwell in the eye for a few days.” Inner Devil: ‘I will.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Me too!’ *** The next day... Charlie: [I went home to the condo.]

He had already set three chairs in front of a laptop and I sat in one of them. Greg walked in a few minutes later and sat in the other one so we were on opposite sides of Logan. “You don’t have to do this;” Logan said finally, “The note was for me.” “We’re not doing this because it’s a requirement,” Greg stated simply, “We are doing it because Charlie is our friend and so are you.” Logan would have spoken but then it hit 8 o’clock and the video started. It was the same cell as last time and this time Charlie was lying on the floor in nothing but a black shirt. I could see the rise and fall of her chest to signify that she is alive.

"Charlie, just…don't. Please." "You're no fun anymore," Charlie complained. "What are you up to now?" "I've contacted Nevin McTavish. You remember him? He's got a pub a couple of blocks from here. We're going to hang out, get an interview and some video. Bella says she got some video from earlier today. She also says she made us an appointment for tomorrow, but I don't know what that's about yet." "See? Already this is working well," Charlie gloated.

Xander says jokingly. “Okay, Charlie, take 3 sips if you don’t like to swallow.” Charlie’s face screws up in confusion and she asks, “Swallow what?” I can tell Monroe is holding in laughter when she explains, “Cum, Charlie. They want to know if you like swallowing cum.” Charlie’s face turns red and she says, “That would be a no,” and takes her 3 drinks. “Alright, Cade drink 4 sips if you’ve ever gone through your contacts or friend list on social media looking for your next booty call.”

I said, walking back to the interrogation room. I made Charlie lead the way. The moment he pushed the door open, his jaw fell agape. “Daddy!” Ava yelled the moment Charlie walked in. “Christabel! Ava! What.. what are you….what's going on here?” He stuttered, turning back to me. “What is going on?” “I think you are in a better position to tell me what is going on?” Jake sneered, walking out from the corner. I pulled out the video record I had made the night before, playing it. “How many of you are here?” I asked, connecting my fist to his jaw.

The werewolves, once full of reverence, now watched with mocking eyes, some even quietly laughing at the once-mighty Alpha, who had fallen so far. Charlie gripped the glass bottle, his right hand slapping his own face so hard it turned bright red, half of it swelling up from the impact. His parents, unable to watch any longer, tried to shut down the livestream, but Charlie pushed them aside. "Don't touch it! No one can turn off the camera! "This is all my fault. I'm going to confess, right here, in front of the entire world, in front of all our people!" Ignoring the swelling in his face, he knelt straight in front of the camera.

What's that? "You will give me a break this weekend." Charlie eyed me. "Does this have anything to do with seeing a certain young lady?" I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. "Yeah, it does. I have some serious apologizing and ass kissing to do." Nodding, Charlie patted me on the back as he stood up. "I knew you would figure it out before it was too late." ~~~~~~`~~~~~~ MELISSA'S POV

Marley was around twelve or thirteen and when she left the study, Charles negotiated her sale with the two men. One of the men looking directly into the camera was Ernesto Romano. Kelley felt physically ill as Charles listed off Marley’s qualities. They were negotiating a price when Kelley stopped the video. The man was fucking with his mind, even from the grave. The last video had him sitting upright again, his fists clenching. The images flitted through his mind as the woman told Charles exactly what she’d done. Kelley’s anger knew no bounds and he pulled the memory stick from the laptop and felt the room spin.

she held her head and started pacing around. "I can't, I can't even wrap my head around it, I would have believe this video was fake if I didn't see it myself, Charlie you're a fucken snake, you're gay?? you married me knowing fully well you like men? oh my fucken God, all this while I've been here thinking that you had Another bitch you were fucking and all this while, it's a man? a fucken man??". "Alice, please calm down ". "I cannot!", she screamed.