Chapter Six Charlotte Novels & Stories

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

Be my girlfriend." That's what Landon Cross said when he cornered me in the practice room. The quarterback. The enemy. The most beautiful man I've ever hated. He handed me a contract. Fifteen thousand dollars. Six months of pretending. My brother's heart surgery costs eighteen thousand. I have forty-seven dollars. I signed. No touching. No feelings. No telling anyone it's fake. We broke every rule within two weeks. Then his father found out. Gave him an ultimatum. My reputation or his future. He called me a gold digger in front of the whole school. Two years later, I'm a professional cellist. I'm fine. I'm lying. He showed up at my brother's graduation with the truth and a single piece of duct tape from my old cello case. "I never stopped," he said. Now I have to decide: forgive the unforgivable, or walk away forever.

Six has a lot to handle between caring for her drug-addicted mother, raising her three year old brother and going to school. She seems to have everything under control, but she's had to make some touch choices and do some things she isn't proud of to get to this point. Axle is a spoiled rich kid on his third attempt at senior year who never takes responsibility for anything. He's got a quick temper and is prone to letting jealousy cloud his judgment.They are complete opposites on paper yet they can't seem to stay away from each other. Will they be able to stay together despite Six's messy past and present?

Alpha Liam and I were never fated mates. However, to win me over, he did countless reckless things. Because of that, his body now bore sixty-six scars, each from a battle he fought for me. He finally moved my heart on the sixty-seventh time. During our marking ceremony, I swore before the Moon Goddess that I would grant him sixty-six favors, no matter what. Throughout our seven years together, he never misused that privilege. That was until my stepsister, Isabella, returned six months ago. Suddenly, he burned through sixty-four of them. For Isabella, he humiliated me in public and skipped the birthday celebration I spent weeks planning. Now, only two remain. Once Liam used them up, that was when I’d leave him for good.

Fated to a Dragon?! Yeah, right. No chance in hell! Anyways, as they say, when life throws lemons at you, you make lemonade. But Charlotte only knows how to make coffee. So when a handsome stranger waltzes into her coffeehouse, everything changes for the worst. And unlike coffee, she's learned from a string of relationships that humans are more difficult to deal with. However, with the help of her best friend and childhood crush, things aren't looking too grim. She might just be able to deal with these series of unfortunate events. Or so she thought. Not until one drunk night when her most prized possession is gone. Things fall apart quickly, and there's only one person she blames for everything.

(Reverse Harem) (Book 2 of Her Wolves series) (Can read as Stand Alone) Orphaned at the age of 17, Nerezza had no one to rely on and nowhere to go. Down on her luck, one day she ventures the streets of Makatza, the werewolf capital, in search of food when something else entirely finds her. Her mate. Through their ups and downs, the two conceive a child but were thrown a loop when he is stolen away just hours after his birth. Her mate sets out to find him but leaves her behind as the price. Alone in the world again, Nerezza doesn't know what to expect. Surely, there was no way things could get better. Until she becomes the concubine of the werewolf king and finds out, love has no limits. Especially not with six mates surrounding her. *** “I'll have you know that if you were to want me. Or come with me, even, you will have to toss that possessive Alpha male bullshit to the side.” I sneered. I could feel the bond slip into place. Enough that it took me off guard. Slightly. “What, can't handle a challenge?" Cocky, arrogant bastard. Of all the men in the world, I was stuck with him. If I wanted to have him. Pawns were disposable and I rarely came upon them. His fighting could prove useful, although I doubt his abilities in bed would suffice. “Look, whatever your name is, you might be my mate but you aren't the first one this week. Okay? So if you retain your possessive nature, you and the other guys might not get along very well,” I turned on my heels and headed back out the alley. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw his confused look. “And I much prefer not cleaning blood from my carpets.”

“Love was never part of the deal." When Lila Voss inherits a mysterious estate, she doesn’t expect to find six men already living there; each more captivating than the last. Among them is Shay, the gentle writer who steals her heart. But when he dies under suspicious circumstances, Lila uncovers a shocking truth: All six men “made a deal with the estate” for their wealth, talents, and power in exchange for binding themselves to her. They were never free to love her. They were pawns in a deadly curse, and her stepmother has been pulling the strings all along. Now, heartbroken and furious, Lila must decide: Will she destroy them all in revenge? Or will one of them prove his love was real? But the mansion won’t let her leave... and the curse demands a final sacrifice.

The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone. Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her. To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing. Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls. They said it served her right. And yeah... I believed them. Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him. "If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail. "She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever. "Thanks for everything, Chuck." She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed. "Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again." So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon. If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.

The first time I found out that Jessica Blake was cheating on me was in our own bedroom. I was young and hot-headed, and I wanted a divorce on the spot. She cried and said she'd gotten drunk and mistaken the guy for me. She fell to her knees, begging me to forgive her. "If you divorce me, I'll jump from this window right now." That one line softened my heart for the next five years. During those years, she was gentle and caring, as if that night had never happened. Everyone could see it—Jessica loved me so much she was willing to die for me. But then came her mother's 60th birthday party. Out of nowhere, my mother-in-law, Linda, asked her, "Jess, where's my grandson? Why didn't he come?" I was confused. I thought she was just having a moment, so I smiled and said, "Mom, you forgot—Jess's due date is still two months away." Linda glanced at me calmly and murmured, "Oh… so you still don't know." My heart sank. I looked over at Jessica instinctively. She quietly put down her fork, as if she were talking about something as ordinary as the weather. "Actually, I have a son. He's five years old."

Three months pregnant, I doubled over in agony, blood pooling beneath me. I called Milo Prince in a last-ditch effort for help. The moment he picked up, his voice dripped with irritation. "What is it now?" My vision was blurring. Before I could cry for help, I heard his childhood sweetheart's teasing laugh. "No interruptions today, okay?" The line went dead in the next second. When I opened my eyes again, my belly was flat. I checked Jessica Clay's social media. A photo showed their hands intertwined, her wrist adorned with the Prince family's heirloom bracelet. Her caption read, [He said this bracelet was made for me, so I'm keeping it.]