Charles Leclerc Charlotte Sine Novels & Stories

“I'm glad to finally meet you, Leo. Charlotte has only nice things to say about you.” The kick from Charlotte connected this time, her heel digging into my shin. I managed to keep a grim smile as I glared at her. Those heels were truly wicked. She glared right back as we faced off in a silent battle of eyes. “Have you eaten?” I asked, tearing my eyes away from Charlotte. “The special here is amazing.” “I have actually, but thank you,” he replied politely, apparently oblivious to the kicks Charlotte was sending me under the table. “What are you doing here?” Charlotte's voice came out squeaky and incredibly high. I was surprised Leo heard her at all. If he didn't know that she had the world's

Charlotte asked as she realized that she didn’t know who Diego had been talking about. “Danielle L’oread,” Diego answered. “L’oread? As in daughter of the number one designer, Anne L’oread?” “Yeah,” Diego confirmed. “Damn boy, you’re a player!” Charlotte exclaimed.

"Welcome to our little gathering." "Thank you, Mr. Thompson," Charlotte replied, her voice melodious. As they mingled, Alexander and Charlotte were approached by their host, Julian St. Clair, CEO of Cartier International. "Alexander, delighted you could make it," Julian said, his handshake firm. "Julian, congratulations on another successful year," Alexander replied. Julian's gaze turned to Charlotte. "And Charlotte, you're a vision tonight." Charlotte's laughter was a gentle melody. "Thank you, Julian."

he added, introducing them with a polite gesture. As Ronaldo entered, his sharp eyes immediately noticed Charlotte. There was a resemblance to someone from his past, but he maintained his composure, shaking Sebastian's hand firmly. "Please, take a seat. This is my daughter Claire. You've met before," Ronaldo remarked, observing Sebastian and Charlotte closely for their reactions. Charlotte glanced up at Claire, recalling their brief encounter in Sebastian's hotel room. She greeted Claire with a nod, noting the subtle differences in their styles—Charlotte's bold attire reminiscent of a midnight rose, contrasting with Claire's fresh and lily-like appearance.

Except for Charlotte who absolutely does not hold back. “Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was?” she snaps from the passenger seat. I keep my eyes on the road. “Yes, Charlotte.” “You got her drunk,” she continues. “Yes.” “She told you she gets drunk easily, right?” “I know,” I reply. “And you still….” “I know,” I repeat, jaw tightening slightly. She exhales sharply, clearly not done, but holding back…for now. From the back seat, Chloe stays silent. Fiorella is barely conscious between them.

I dabbed my lips with a cloth napkin and offered a polite smile, though my stomach turned with the sugary self-congratulations. “How admirable,” Charles said, biting the bait with his usual gullibility. “We like initiative. Humility, too.” “Of course,” Maya said sweetly. “I believe in earning our place, even if we’re married in.” Lyla raised her eyebrows at me, but said nothing. The food was exquisite, the mood deceptive. I noticed, with no small disappointment, that Charlotte’s seat remained empty. “Where is Charlotte tonight?” I asked, carefully casual. “She’s... busy,” Charles replied quickly, too quickly. “Working on a campaign for one of our newer accounts.”

"The car is ready." "How long will your work take?" I glanced at Shantel. "I just have to find a particular folder and send it to my supervisor, so five minutes should be enough." "Alright. I'll wait downstairs. Be there when you're done." I left the room, Ms Lucia following behind. When we reached downstairs, she headed to the kitchen while I exited the house. I stopped by the Rolls-Royce Ghost Black Badge already waiting outside. Leaning against the car while typing on her phone, was Charlotte in a pink dress that stopped mid-length. Her blonde hair in a sleek low bun. She lifted her gaze just as she noticed my presence..

“Charlotte is a sniper on the north tower; do not take her out, she’s covering us until the threat is neutralized.” “Sniper with darts?” Leo asked with confusion. “The darts will not work long distance.” “Apparently she has bullets loaded with the same tranquilizing effect, but will last longer than the darts. At least until they’re removed from their body.” “Alright, that’s it, I’m shipping the Choliver…Olilotte…I’ll think of a ship name, but if Charlotte is a sniper too, on top of these awesome inventions, she’s a Gamma’s wet dream.” Leo linked with satisfaction.

Damien smile before hearing the Dingdong sound of the elevator opening "Nice meeting you miss Charlotte" Arrya said smiling knowing she have spoil anything going on in the lady head. Damien nod at her before pushing Arrya out. Charlotte watch the couples as they walk away from her. she came out of the elevator as she put on her big sun glasses to hide her teary eyes. she can't deny, the man is handsome and she have made her mind she want him and no one will stop her, she is Charlotte McNair, what she want is what she will get. Charlotte went to where her black Bentley was, after settling down on the driver sit, she call a number..

"Leila, this is Charlotte St. Clair, my assistant." "Well, I'm a bit more than that " she said seductively, running her fingers along his shoulder and down his muscular arms, not attempting to hide her desire for him. A twinge of jealously bit my heart, even though I knew that I had no claim on this magnificent man. Lance laughed, pretending not to notice the sexual innuendo in her voice. "She takes care of things for me here in the club while I'm away. She's my right hand man, so to speak."