Charlotte Austin Novels & Stories

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.

He asked impatiently. “The car is coming back to Rose street.” Xavier ended the call when he saw a grey Audi drive by and stop a few meters away. The passenger opened and Charlotte came down from it and began to walk toward his car with her face turned downward. The Audi sped away before he could get a good look at the driver. “Who was that?” He asked her when she entered the car, completely ignoring his sister who was raising hell just outside. “No one. Please let’s go,” she said, putting on her seatbelt and avoiding his eyes.

He'd probably been watching the whole time. "Everything alright here?" Charlotte extended her hand. Gracious. Polished. "I'm Charlotte. Old friend of Jackson's from Australia." Peter's eyebrows rose. "I'm Peter. Old friend?" "We dated. Years ago. Ancient history." Her eyes found mine again. "I'm so happy he's found someone new." The words dripped honey. Tasted like poison. Peter looked between us. Reading the room like he always did. "How long are you in Chicago?" "Indefinitely. I'm thinking of relocating. Jackson's made it sound so appealing."

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.

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

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ Charlotte Fool Meyers, I should have been named that instead of Charlotte Slim Meyers. Why on earth did I have to leave the restaurant in annoyance uhn? Now how do I get home? there are no cabs in sight too. Stranded, that's what I am right now. Oh, a car is coming, let me try and see if I can hitch a ride. Hitchhiking is illegal but I'm in a tight sitch right now.

She eventually did, and she only gave him a small sad smile. “I'm sorry too, for lashing out. This isn't really your fault. Its not like you asked and I said no". Charlotte replied. I restrained from rolling my eyes and mock gagging. Generally i found mushy love a little annoying, considering that my own love life was shot to hell. But they were cute. there was no denying that. I glanced back at the car following us. "i dont know about you guys, but I find this really creepy". Charlotte turned in her seat to look at the car. “Don‘t worry", She said with an unexpectedly bright grin. "Just imagine we're going to see a great Queen, and that is our escort. Provided by her, of course".