Charlie Golden Ticket Novels & Stories

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And then I find it. On a tree with an arrow. A silver arrow. Shit. I can’t touch it without burning my skin. But it will have to be I pull the arrow and an excruciating pain shoots up my arm. The arrow falls and I grab the note. “Release the hostages Or she will be next” and when it urn the note around it's Julia’s photo. Shit. “Where’s your Luna?” - I ask Charlie and he shrugs his shoulders while I grab the body onto his arms.

"Don't be calling me stingy now, Henry. I'll have you know that this scratch-off lottery ticket is worth a million dollars!" Jessica Boone declared. "I already scratched half the numbers, which means I helped you eliminate half of the wrong options, too. The rest is in your hands, and you get to keep whatever you get." Out of habit, I took the half-scratched ticket before coming to my senses and hastily tossing it aside. I looked up at the wall clock. It read 11:00 pm—exactly 30 minutes before I died.

Walking along the campus path, I would hear whispers around me. "Look, that’s Elaine Warren! She’s incredible!" But now, at thirty-five, how did I end up like this? Scarlett lifted her head, her delicate, youthful face turning toward me. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Elaine, please don’t blame Mr. Sterling. "It happened at the company’s annual gala. We both had too much to drink. "I was going to terminate the pregnancy, but Madam Sterling found out and took me for a checkup. When she learned it was a boy, she insisted I keep it."

I say shyly, blushing red, we haven't talked until last night, and I was fighting until now. "Alexie" he says pulling me into his arms, hugging me, kissing my lips. "You won" I say happy for him, he worked, they all did worked so hard for this. "We did, it's all because of you" he says making blush red. "M..Me?" I stutter? "You, you are my Lucky Charms Alexie" he says landing a tender kiss on my lips. THE END. Hope you enjoyed this story. Love Cinderella.

Xx Margo The ticket has my name, plus guest, printed neatly on it, in gold foil. It’s the Marie Curie charity ball in Manhattan tomorrow night. I was the one to get Jake these tickets for his entire staff on the sixty-fifth, a goodwill gesture from Jake, as each ticket raised funds for the event. I groan inwardly knowing if I don’t go then Jake’s wasted hundreds of dollars on my ticket, but if I do go, then he’ll be there and so will half the people I worked with.

How in the name of the beloved Goddess am I still alive? I wanted to curl up and slip into death like the other people, but then the sound of the horses grew louder. Instinctively I dived below the table we dined on only minutes ago, and tried to listen in on the people approaching. The sound of the horses stopped as the people arrived at the scene, and there was silence for a while. Then someone spoke up. "Well, well. It seems it worked." The voice sounded familiar: too familiar, it made my skin crawl.

Charlotte felt that Griffith had some hidden agenda for calling her back, and she thought he probably summoned her just to give her a lecture. She cursed him in her mind, had some late-night snacks, and returned to her little bedroom. Suddenly, she received a call from Lucy. "Charlotte, have you seen the online ticket sales?" "What's wrong?" "They're all sold out." Charlotte was surprised and quickly checked the online ticketing system. Indeed, all the tickets were sold out. She blinked her eyes and suddenly sat up.

The old her wouldn’t have hesitated to crush someone like him. But now, every time she made a move, she found herself thinking of Zachary—of why he’d come here in the first place. He was after the truth behind the explosion. And Charlie… Charlie was the key. If Charlie ended up behind bars, Zachary wouldn’t be able to get close to him. So for now, keeping Charlie on the hook gave Zachary time. Which meant she had to buy that time for him. And Charlie, with no money and no way out, would only cling tighter to Zachary—his so-called “golden goose.” He never stopped bragging about how Zachary helped him win big at the gambling den. He’d only keep chasing after him now.

Messy, in love, unafraid. Calum finally releases his hold on my waist to pick up a new envelope. He pulls out a...ticket? I accept the envelope and empty the rest of its content on the bed. “You’re giving me money?” I say as I sift through the cash and grab the other ticket. “I want you to be there,” he murmurs. The ticket in his hand is for the show. It’s a golden ticket with Mending Hearts Reunion scribbled under an animated image of three of them. The one I’m holding is a first class ticket to New York. “I wouldn’t know how to explain to your dad why I’m sending money to you, baby.”