Scary James Charles Romane & Geschichten

That seems to get his attention and is brought back to the here and now and breaks eye contact with me and strolls over to Jackie and her groupies. Once I know he is seated and no longer aware of my presence, I turn to look in their direction and I see Jackie scowling at me like she wishes she could rip my head off. She must have seen the stare down James, and I just had. She thinks she scares me, but She is nothing, and I refuse to let her get to me and try to scare me. Her bark is worse than her bite. I then turn away and roll my eyes because she is threatened by me and the fact that James wants me. Wait…. what? Where did that come from?

Serena's POV The following morning after the fire arrived like a normal day Everything felt thin, like the world had been drained and filled with silence again. I stood at the edge of the emergency zone as medics rolled Charles out on a stretcher, his body stiff and bound by braces and wires. He had deep scars on his pale face from the pain and smoke, and he stared blankly into space. It was like the tunnel had taken more than just his power. He used to be loud and powerful, but now he was quiet, broken, and small.

Standing gracefully at a height slightly taller than me, she possessed an elegant stature between 5'9 and 6'0, which enhanced her presence even further. "Yes, me too; if only I had arrived earlier, I would have probably punched the look on Jacob's face!" Charles said on the other side of me. Charles had always been a quiet and reserved person, but today he could no longer suppress his anger. Clenching his fists, he glared at Jacob from across the hall. The sight of Jacob hanging out with his teammates and openly making fun of me fueled Charles' fury further. Charles is also my friend; he's bisexual, grumpy, and smart. He is also quite handsome; his dark hair is a bit messy, his eyes are brig

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.

"He's definitely angry. How can a man not be angry when he's in such a situation?" She looked at Daisy and wanted to speak but stopped on second thought. "Daisy, can you tell me, you..." "Huh?" Daisy looked at her mother in confusion. "What?" "Did you?" Danica really didn't know what to say. "Well, did Charles and you... you can feel it, can you?" Daisy understood and immediately shook her head. "No, absolutely not! Charles is mental deficient. And I'm afraid of the pain... Even Sean and I haven't... Mom, how could you think so? No matter how naive I am, I won't do such shameful things!"

Get off. I watch him flinch visibly, crossing my arms and making a non-smiling face to emphasize my order. Liam shrieks when he sees my dead expression and begins to fret around as Charles collects him from his height and brings him down. "Scurry along, go play with your siblings," I shoo him with my unfriendly tone, watching how he makes a teary expression before reluctantly running off. I let out a breath and flinch slightly to meet Charles's not-so-pleasant gaze. I try to avoid it when he speaks, "You didn't have to be so scary with him. What was that for?"

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Leni replied. “Charlesly Lavor?” Jameson was even more surprised and said, “If the person you got to know is named Charlie, then there shouldn't be a problem with this matter, but Charlesly Lavor… I've never heard of this person before…” With that said, Jameson asked again, “How old is this Charlesly Lavor you're talking about?” “He looks like he's in his early twenties,” Leni said. Jameson muttered in disappointment, “Early twenties? In that case, it seems unlikely that it’s Charlie. Charlie is almost thirty…”

I cry out in pain but the parking lot is empty and no one is coming to my rescue. “Where the hell is Carrie?” he barks, his voice echoing into the distance. “I’m-” I catch myself halfway before I can spill the truth. “Calm down so we can speak first,” I say, waving my hand in surrender. Never tell Charles to calm down. I know already that there’s no reasoning with Charles when he’s in this state. But I try anyway, because it’s just me and he can so easily get rid of me. My other hand wraps protectively around Jakey, he can’t get hurt no matter no what.

“Nothing worth dissecting. Just… clearing the air.” Charles wasn’t satisfied with that. I felt it in the way he kept glancing at me, waiting for more. But I wasn’t in the mood to be poked, prodded, or manipulated. Not today. “James really likes you,” he said finally, watching my reaction. I kept my face neutral. “So he says.” “I think he’s good for us,” Charles added. “A partnership with the Cartwrights would stabilize everything.” “Mhm.” “You know, if you play this right, you could—”