Charlotte "bear" Claw Novels & Stories

And I really feel like celebrating. I can't keep the grin from my face. Reaching into the ice bucket, I fish out the bottle. "It's a bit early for champagne, but I thought buck's fizz would go down nicely." And it does, citrus and bubbles complementing cereals, devilled kidneys and laughter. Everything I ever wanted.... When even Charlotte's furnaces have been stocked with enough fruit, eggs and extra toast to halt an army.... How does she eat like that and never put on an ounce?

she says, "out of uniform." "So do you." Barbara bursts out laughing. "I suppose I walked into that with my eyes open." She looks down at Charlotte's plain black coffee. "I've ordered waffles. Want some? It's on me. My treat." "Um...." "I've ordered for two, so you'd better eat them, otherwise I will. The calories will land straight onto my ass and I'll sue you for loss of earnings." Charlotte looks away. Jenny didn't like knowing she was taking charity. Charlotte doesn't either. But the waffles when they arrive are fragrant and tempting, scented deliciously of caramel and cinnamon. Her resolve withers.

Yet, now that it was over, I was starting to panic. Charlotte Claw was a beautiful tall, blonde, bear shifter. She was strong, capable, and honest too. Gods, it was as if she walked straight out of a fantasy made just for me. Now that things were settling down, she and her sister were planning on moving on, returning back to their bear clan. They were princesses, after all, beloved and strong. Any pack would miss them. Ours would be less for their leaving. And… I might miss them, Charlotte specifically. My brother Ryan would miss Claudia just as fiercely.

He was stubborn, closed-minded, and fucking obnoxious. The pretentious prick. She deserved better than him, and I would stand by that opinion for the rest of my life. "Shut the fuck up!" Charlie snapped, taking a step forward but stopping when the bear pressed further into my claw so he could reach her hand and keep her at his side. My gaze narrowed as their fingers intertwined in an intimate hold.

Jarvey offered, wanting to spend the day together before their busy schedules took over. Charlotte eagerly nodded and changed her clothes. Once ready, they walked to the nearby supermarket, the only place that sold the most delicious ice cream with an array of healthy fruit toppings. Jarvey reminded Charlotte not to overdo it. She loved ice cream because it was the only cold treat that, in her opinion, could cure any emotional pain she felt. Eating ice cream made her days feel okay. "Oh, by the way, do you know when Arsila's trial is? Do you think Keanu and Karletta will come? They could be witnesses, right?" Charlotte asked.

Charlotte flipped open the menu and, without missing a beat, started ordering for everyone. “Let’s start with two lobster platters, four grilled salmon, shrimp Alfredo, and calamari for the table,” she said without pausing to ask. “Six cocktails—make them strong—and keep the drinks coming.” “Actually,” I interrupted quickly, lifting a hand, “just a glass of juice for me.” Charlotte blinked, and her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh yeah, that’s true. I forgot someone was pregnant amongst us.” I clenched my jaw, biting down the comeback already at the tip of my tongue. Something savage and satisfying. But I took a deep breath and forced a tight smile.

CHAPTER 125 SAYGE'S POV "Where's Claire?" Grandma Charlotte entered the living room through the foyer, dressed as impeccably as always. I noticed she'd changed her brand and was wearing more of Delia's fashion brands. She entered holding a file of documents, peeled off her sunglasses, and planted herself decisively on the sofa.

Bella said confidently. “Chloe is my best friend, she would never do that. She’s also rich and so she can buy it too. Unlike you, a motherless bumpkin!” Bella stood up abruptly, scaring Charlotte she stepped back. Well she tried…..”AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” “Bang!” Charlotte fell backwards and shoeless… Well there were several things she was doing while she was talking with her. Bella could see Charlotte’s feet from where she’s seated. Using her mind, she poured quick dry glue around her shoes….

I'd barely started when the door burst open, revealing Charlotte in all her dramatic glory. "There you are!" she exclaimed, her red hair wild around her face. "I've been texting you for hours!" "I was traveling," I explained simply. Charlotte threw herself into the chair beside me. "Whatever. Let me copy your project. I'm completely stuck." She then noticed the food bag Florian had given me. Her eyes widened with interest. "Is that from the Northern Feast place? They make the best venison dumplings!" Before I could stop her, she was already helping herself to the food.