Charlotte Austin Novels & Stories

He couldn’t believe he is still taking home the curse princess, the yet mysterious and beautiful woman back to his fortress. When they came to a stop, Grump came to get Austin. Austin got off and went into his own carriage. His carriage was more luxurious than hers, but she didn't care. She wasn't expecting him to give her a grand welcoming. She was sure he was not wanting to show his pack of wolves who she was. For he hated her. They will probably never know who she is. Or that she’s, his bride. But that didn’t bother her as she knows that she prefer to be left alone than being hassled by people.

she mumbled slowly. Axel didn't say a thing as his gaze was deeply directed at her. ***** AT GOLDFOX Charlotte made her way to the ladies' room after submitting the scripts at her manager's office, she used her hands to wipe off the sweat that trickled down her face, she was fucking tired, she had been spending a lot of her time drinking at bars rather than going back home to meet her father and his wife. "Fucking bastards" she muttered under her breath as she remembered the conversation her stepmother had brought up this morning before she left home for work.

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

"You look stunning as well." Charlotte was dressed in a red cocktail dress that accentuated her short blonde hair and youthful figure. We both turned to look at the huge building before us and marveled at the exquisite work of glass and metal that loomed intimidatingly before us. As more cars drove up and the sound of honking, chatter, laughter and music filled the air I felt a wave of anxiousness pass through me. "Tonight's going to be fine, I know it." Charlotte said as if reading my thoughts though the nervousness in her voice betrayed her strength. I nodded, hoping she would be right.

Abby broke the silence after a long while. “Uhm- well, I was still back in Atlanta. Work kept me there the entire decade. My family is also back there, so there was not enough reason to leave a place I knew and loved. I also got engaged,” Charlotte mentioned, awkwardly moving her finger around a spot on the table cloth while shifting her gaze across Mark and Abby. She noticed Abby’s eyes gape, but Mark’s face was expressionless. Clearly, Lucas had also mentioned that to him. “But that did not end well since I am here now,” Charlotte summarised. She did not wish to make Lucas uncomfortable nor did she wish to relive her past any longer. Her present moments mattered more to her.

I was trying not to show anyone what I was feeling, even though I deeply felt their absence. "So, Eloá is staying at your apartment?" Emily asked Charlotte with surprise. It was Saturday afternoon, and Charlotte had come to the Bronx to visit us, as we weren't able to meet up frequently now that I was working and studying. Emily had also been quite busy since she volunteered to help at a single mothers' institution, a place she and Douglas found out about through his sister Nora, which was quite surprising, actually.

Charlotte replied. "You are not from Willow Creek." It was not a question, but rather a statement he said aloud. Charlotte gave a slow nod. "Yes, that's right. I'm a historian. I travel to research older towns like Willow Creek and learn about their origins. My name's Charlotte Barnes."