About Charlotte Novels & Stories

If you have not met Charlotte and her Triad previously The Characters – Or 'What Went Before' Charlotte: Originally known as 'Jennifer Conners' (Jenny) when she was a child. Charlotte had a grim upbringing. Imprisoned in a 'Children's Home' known as 'Blessingmoors', actually an outlet for human trafficking, she never knew her mother and father, and was destined for a life as sex-slave. To escape that life, Charlotte decided to go to university to give herself the education to make it in the world. To raise the funds to do so, she chose to auction herself and her virginity to the highest bidder.

Even if I am 99% sure that James will keep his promise and not marry her—which I am—, that 1% chance that I am wrong is enough for me to want to continue to guard and protect my heart. And, unfortunately, the closer to the so-called wedding we get, the more I feel that way. Perhaps that is why I finally accepted Charlotte’s invitation to go out drinking and dancing tonight. Charlotte is the team doctor’s daughter. She reminds me a little bit of Brady, which may be the reason I like her so much. She has strawberry blond hair that is definitely more “strawberry” than blond; she is outgoing, likes to joke around, and likes to have a good time; and if you hang out with her long enough, you wil

she began, her voice calm and measured. “But there are some things that are widely known,” she continued. “Charlotte is an only child, the daughter of the CEO of one of the biggest companies in town. Her luxurious lifestyle, and her penchant for the most eligible bachelors, have led people to call her spoiled.” Rose’s tone remained even, her expression a mix of neutrality and curiosity. I nodded slightly, processing this information as it interwoven with the pieces I already knew. Charlotte’s upbringing, it seemed, had been one of privilege.

She misses Xavier so much and craved to have just a glimpse of him. "What are you doing? Get moving, we don't have much time to waste." "What's up with you, dude? I never said I won't move, watch how you speak to me." Charlotte hissed, and marched to the entrance. The attendant welcomed them, with a wide grin plastered on her face. Charlotte was trying to give her a sign, but she was not getting it. "What do you want ma'am? I can help you pick them out." "I need some sexy wears, something short and sexy." She replied, and the attendant giggled.

It seemed so odd I never even knew about half the species that existed. “I bet you can’t wait to set out tomorrow. I know I could use a day of pampering and a pretty dress to put on for a formal party.” Charlotte was glowing with the idea of a more posh lifestyle. She was the Luna and was use to have anything she wanted at her fingertips. “I don’t know about a fancy party, but I can use a nice bath, then sit in the warm sun until dinner. I miss our Library too.” “Library?” She questioned with a giggle. I guess I can see how that wasn’t as thrilling as a dinner party.

I went to work early in the morning, clocked in, and took a taxi to Charlotte’s house after finishing all my work. Considering Ethan’s wealth, I thought that he would buy a villa, or he should at least live in a big house. To my surprise, Charlotte just lived in a house with two rooms, and it was located in a remote new residential area. I went to visit Charlotte with a basket of fruits. When I arrived, Charlotte was cooking. She was wearing a turtle neck bottom shirt and a pair of wide-legged trousers. When she opened the door, she was still holding a spatula in her hand with an apron and frowzy hair.

“I-I’m so sorry for speaking so harshly to you…” She, however, was quick to stop me and pulled me back up. “Please, you don’t need to do that,” she urged with wide eyes. “I didn’t agree to help you and Xaden for any special treatment in return.” I was confused. “Then why…?” Charlotte gave me a friendly smile, leading me into her gigantic, clean room decorated in white, gold, and pink furniture more lavish and elegant than anything in Sarah’s room. “He might come across as intimidating to some, but he’s fiercely loyal and protective of the ones he loves,” she said. “He’s a kind-hearted brother and an even better man.”

When the elevator stops, I almost run for it in relief, but Charlotte stops me in my tracks, "You are Kathryn Strongheart's daughter, right?" Fuck. I am frozen in the spot. The elevator door closes. I swallow, absolute dread building in my throat. "What?" I ask, turning around to look at her face. Charlotte's features are what I would call severe. She can't be older than thirty. Her brown hair is always pulled tight in a bun at the base of her neck, and her high cheekbones give her a kind of haughty, typical judgmental look.

He'd probably been watching the whole time. "Everything alright here?" Charlotte extended her hand. Gracious. Polished. "I'm Charlotte. Old friend of Jackson's from Australia." Peter's eyebrows rose. "I'm Peter. Old friend?" "We dated. Years ago. Ancient history." Her eyes found mine again. "I'm so happy he's found someone new." The words dripped honey. Tasted like poison. Peter looked between us. Reading the room like he always did. "How long are you in Chicago?" "Indefinitely. I'm thinking of relocating. Jackson's made it sound so appealing."

Charlotte ran into the room but stopped when she saw Priya. “Who’s that?” she whispered loudly to Seraphine. “That’s Priya. She’s staying here too because she has a baby in her tummy that needs the doctors to watch carefully. Just like James.” “Oh.” Charlotte processed this, then waved at Priya. “Hi! I’m Charlotte! My mama has a baby in her tummy too! His name is James and he’s being difficult.” Priya laughed. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte. My baby is being difficult too.”