Charlotte Austin Novels & Stories

Axl The stick’s locker was right next to his, and he could feel her eyes on him. He ignored it and exchanged his books for his third period class. When he closed his locker, she slid in front of him and leaned back against the metal. The move was deliberate, practiced, and confident—like she was used to people stopping when she stepped into their space. “We haven’t been introduced properly,” she said, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “I’m Charlotte.”

I only knew I had to see. Outside the door with my stained white dress, their voices reached me. Familiar, cruel, unashamed. “That law bitch must still be standing at City Hall like a lost puppy,” someone laughed. “Please no…” My stomach twisted at the sound of Charlotte’s voice, weak and soft. “I already feel so bad for ruining Axel’s wedding.” “I hope you’re not upset with me,” she sniffled. “Don’t ever say that” Axel coaxed in a gentle tone I had never heard before.“You’re worth more than any wedding.”

Charlotte asked when she just went home from work and found me in the kitchen. “Yeah,” I shortly replied. Her business in the Philippines extended here. Charlotte is so professional that she was able to expand her business in Australia. As for Ford, he has another branch of his bar here in Australia. We've been here for eight and a half months and yet Ford managed to have three branches of his bar here. “Who's coming? You never cook steak unless…” “Exactly. Knox is on his way, he just called me while I was working in my room,” a shining smile plastered on my lips.

Devon asked, "Do you want to go to the city park with me and Kattie this afternoon?" "Kattie?" "My dog." Charlotte laughed. "When I was a child, some people used to call me Kattie." "Really? Well, you are sweet like a little puppy," Devon added. "So, what do you say? Do you want to come to the city park? You have to try one of the treats at my café." Charlotte nodded enthusiastically. She had been staying there for two days, and it felt like she needed to walk.

Charlotte would bring the bill and take my card. Charlotte McAllister was twenty-eight years old, she owned the diner and worked from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. She lived alone in a comfortable single-story house on Second Avenue SW. She was five foot four and about a hundred and twenty pounds. She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end.

“Alright, i’ll text you then.” “You don’t have my number." Felix smirked as he took out his phone and handed it to her without hesitation. Charlotte took it, typed in her number and handed it back. “What did you save it under?” Charlotte was already walking away. “You’ll see when you text.l She didn't look back. But she felt him watching her go. Anthonia was exactly where Charlotte had left her, standing at the railing upstairs. “Well?” Charlotte took her whiskey glass back from the table where her mother had put it, but it was already watered down. She rank it anyway.

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

I'm an Austin now which means I could no longer work at Trix Bar,the bar that I've been working at for years.My hope was to continue working there so I wouldn't have to take much from the Austin's,but I understand that it isn't really proper.Wife of a Billionaire,pouring pints and wiping down tables it's not a believable story. I still had my job at the Gym at least.

The dates were off with numbers in terms of weeks. Charlotte bit her lip, leaning towards the screen. “What are you hiding, Susan?” she whispered to herself, her palms flying over the keyboard as she searched for extra facts. Charlotte heaved, her hands on her jaw thinking of what to do, “why is Susan being crafty? Why can't she stick to just one person.” Just then, her phone beeped, it was an unusual headline, she tapped on it and opened it. MR ASTOR HARRINGTON DUMPS BABY MAMA CHARLOTTE