About Charlotte Novels & Stories

He made sure she attended the best universities but also appointed many bodyguards around her and hardly any student approached her fearing her influential family, many people made assumptions of her being bratty rich kid not wanting to get tangled with her. Charlotte used to live in Lily's homeland but after she turned 15, she moved to Russia, and they kept their friendship through video calls. They both were poles apart, Liliana was a chatterbox, while Charlotte liked her personal space keeping her words as less as she could. Their friendship took a hit when one day Liliana shared her hours story with her and Charlotte with patience listened to her and even gave her a suggestion.

Emily smiled as a certain memory of little Dalton chasing after Charlotte popped into her mind. Charlotte was a hard kid and did not like to mingle with others. She had only one female friend until Dalton came along. She had hid behind her grandfather and refused to shake his hand when they were introduced. Charlotte's grandfather, Elijah, had flushed with embarrassment before apologizing on her behalf and telling Dalton and his grandfather that Charlotte was a shy little girl.

“ You better not try coming here Charlotte. I don't want you to come. I can't have a quickie with you in the office. I can't have you here with me.” " Unfortunately Drake. I am already here in your company.” Charlotte grinned and the line went dead. Before I could imagine what was happening,the door to my office opened and Charlotte stepped in. “ Hi Drake." She greeted, stepping deeper into my office,a smirk on her face. So Charlotte wasn't joking after all. " What are you doing here?.” Charlotte chuckled, taking off her jacket. " I'm here for a quickie.” Without making an effort to persuade her out of my office,I picked up my walkie talkie device.

“Nora, it’s not like that. We’ve been over this.” Her smile faded. “But… why?” “Because Charlotte and I aren’t a real couple. She’s here for you, not for me.” Nora was quiet for a moment, staring at her blanket, then said, “Will she always be here for me?” “For now,” I said. “While you still need her.” “What do you mean?” “Charlotte is here to take care of you,” I said. “And she’ll stay for as long as that’s the case. But when you’re older and you don’t need a nanny anymore, it wouldn’t really make sense for things to stay the way they are.”

She was bored, she was in pain, and she was full of hate. Charlotte walked down the stairs, wearing a bright yellow dress. She looked happy, which was the one thing Valentina couldn't stand. "Where do you think you’re going?" Valentina snapped. "Out," Charlotte said simply. "To the park. To breathe air that doesn't smell like medicine and bitterness." "You’re going to see her, aren't you?" Valentina accused, her eyes narrow. "You’re going to find that rat Naomi and tell her how much Lucas missed her at the show."

My voice cracked. "What a weird name," someone said in the class and everyone laughed. Tasha learned over to whisper something over to Charlote. Charlote turned her face to look at me and shoved me an evil smirk. Charlote is blunt, dry and less talkative gang member. She is the one with less word but more action. The most scared of in school. She has that piercing aura in her. That I still don't get even now. I heard that her mother is an influencer that left her dad for a rich guy. Sorry for the gossip but I think that says alot about her. He father is a developing boxing couch. She lives with her uncle, which is her mother's brother. And rumor has it that her uncle got his wealth from brib

She was puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at?" "Didn't laugh at all." Leandro smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat later?" Charlotte looked at him for a moment and said, "It's so hot, I want something sour and sweet to whet my appetite." Just walked for a while, Charlotte felt all sweaty and sticky, really uncomfortable. There are several business districts nearby, all about the same distance away. Charlotte took out her phone, checked the reviews, chose a Southern style cuisine, and then navigated her way there.

Charlotte was staying at the inn on the square. It had six rooms, a bar, and a cat that slept on the reception desk. The woman behind the counter pointed them toward the back patio without looking up from her crossword. Charlotte was sitting at a wrought-iron table with a laptop open and a glass of wine she hadn't touched. She saw them coming and closed the laptop. "You decided," she said. "We decided." Caspian pulled out a chair. Didn't sit. "But we have conditions."

"Used it for what?" Charlotte was quiet a long moment, something old and painful crossing her expression. "I worked for people I shouldn't have, when I was young and desperate enough to think it was my only option. Information brokering, mostly. Selling secrets to whoever paid the most, without caring much about consequences." "Did you work for Roland Cross?" "Not directly," Charlotte said carefully. "But I worked adjacent to his world, for people who sometimes did business with him. I knew his reputation before I ever met him personally."

Daniel walked back to the bar, "double whiskey on the rocks... and keep them coming!" This is going to be a long night! As Charlotte and Stefano tucked into their food, Charlotte became more at ease, "so tell me about you? You're not from around here?" Charlotte asked as curiosity got the better of her. "Me? No, I come from a beautiful little village in Italy. Bellagio? Ever heard of it?" "Can't say I have" Charlotte replied. "It’s on Lake Como and has the most stunning views of the alps. I grew up with my grandparents. when I was 18, I flew over here to explore the world and became a lawyer."