Charlotte Blackwood Top Gun Novels & Stories

Garrison’s eyes widened in shock as he said, “Carlie, we’re just playing a game. You don’t have to get so serious… Ngh…” Charlotte gagged his mouth shut with the tape before he could finish speaking. “Ngh… Ngh… Ngh…” Garrison kept on struggling with all his might, but to no avail. He could not say another word. Charlotte peeled her eyes away from him and looked toward the mountain road under the cliff. After what seemed like an eternity, a white Lamborghini appeared on the road. Charlotte’s eyes turned cold instantly, and she immediately pulled a knife out of the trunk of her car.

she said with a brief laugh. “What? Flash husband?” “Wow! He looks great!” Daisy said but Ethan's mouth remained agape. “Liam Blackwood? Is it the CEO of the Blackwood Corporation? No way!” Ethan replied as she gulped some water. “The multi-billion company in the whole of New York?” He added. I mean I'm not surprised. No matter how I tried to hide my identity, it wasn't possible. “Yes, he's the one!” Charlotte admitted as she curled her body around me.

"Is James okay?" "James Blackwell is alive and recovering, he was shot in the shoulder and it's non-fatal." The officer looked at her notes. "Charlotte shot him first and then turned the gun on Adrian." "So she shot both of them?" "Yes, Charlotte is currently in psychiatric hold at a different hospital and both she and James will face charges for Sophia's murder and attempted murder." The woman leaned forward slightly. "Do you want to press charges against James Blackwell for threatening you with the weapon?"

The aroma made the blood in every vein boil and his soul wept with longing. "Alpha Julian..." The whispers of admiration exploded like ocean waves. From the top of the marble stairs, descended a figure of a man who seemed to have been sculpted by the hand of a war god. Julian Blackwood. At only twenty-three years old, he has become the CEO of The Blackwood Empire as well as a deadly Alpha whose cruelty is unmatched in both the business and supernatural worlds. His face was like a Greek god carved from ice, cold and emotionless, with gray eyes as sharp as the blade of a beheading axe.

The doors opened, and a dozen elite Blackwood warriors stepped out, forming a rigid perimeter. Julian stepped out of the packhouse doors, his posture commanding, his eyes bright with an intensity Evelyn hadn't seen in years. He wasn't wearing his tactical gear today; he was in a tailored charcoal suit that made him look like a king ready to receive his queen. The door to the center SUV opened, and a woman stepped out. Cynthia Blackwood was breathtaking. Her platinum blonde hair caught the morning sunlight, and her icy blue eyes scanned the estate with an air of absolute ownership. She moved with a flawless, predatory grace that practically shouted her high-born Alpha bloodline.

“I will send someone with you to initiate my plan. That’s all you need to know for now. This time, there is no room for error.” Charlotte is a Black Widow spider that’s been spinning her web of deceit. I’m baffled, and yet strangely impressed, on how she’s managed to get away with it for all these years. “The last time I did exactly as you requested. It worked, didn’t it? She and Jacob are virtually broken up,” I remind her.

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ “I can see it’s a tear of joy,” Logan said as he gazed at Charlotte’s face. “Yes, it is, but Charlotte has to clean the tears,” Charles said. Charlotte used one of her palms to clean her face and said, “If you are here to rescue me as you have said, please, hide the guns.” Charles and Logan smiled and they hid their guns. “Someone is knocking on the door, boss,” Logan said frightfully. “I can hear the sound too; we need to be courageous,” Charles said as he gazed at Logan’s face. “Alright, boss,” Logan said.

Making a practice arc through the air, I make sure I have the angle. A good, clean stroke... Richard raises brows, I give him a small nod and he locks his grip on Charlotte's neck and hands. In a single smooth curve, I bring down the crop. It hisses through the air and connects with a Snap! that make her flesh ripple. "That one was for me." Charlotte screams and bucks, but without breaking my flow, I draw back the crop again to make my second stroke... "And this one is for your mother..." ... and I slash it down to bite into the crease of buttocks to thighs...

I step forward and watch as she continues to step back. “Guess I’ll just have to kill you all.” She says she tries to cut my arm and grab the gun. I hold on as I pull the gun out of reach and kick the knife out of her hand. Just as Charlotte regains her stance, I feel my finger tighten around the trigger. I hear a loud bang and ringing in my ears and hear my kids cry behind me. The world starts to move slowly as I watch Charlotte stumble back and clutch her right shoulder. I watch in silence as she stumbles back and over the staircase banister, plummeting to the first floor and landing with a cracking wet thud.

POV: Charlotte They didn’t speak for a long moment. Nathan’s face was white, but not with recognition, not yet. He was looking at the photograph the way someone looked at something they were trying to place, the specific focused attention of a man encountering something unexpected and attempting to locate it in what he already knew. Margaret had lowered her hand from her mouth. She was looking at the photograph too. “Charlotte,” Nathan said carefully. “Where did you get this.” “From an archive,” I said. “Blackwood Empire’s corporate records. Founding period documentation.”