Charlotte Blackwood Top Gun Novels & Stories

"He doesn't talk about that. To anyone. I have never in years heard Tyson Blackwood mention his mother to a single person." "I know." I said. "And he told you." She tilted her head. "We were walking and it came up..." "It doesn't just come up." She stared at me. "He told you because he wanted you to know." I looked at my coffee. My wolf, who had been present and annoying since I woke up, pushed forward slightly. "How are you feeling?" Charlotte asked, looking at my face. "I'm fine..." "You're flushed." She said. "I woke up warm, it's nothing..."

' Charlotte said and ended the call. She looked at the girl doing the nails and eyed her. "Go to my car and get me a bottle of water." Charlotte said to the lady. "Alright ma." The lady said and went out. As soon as the lady went out, Charlotte signaled to her guard that came with her and whispered something to him. He noded his head and went out. As soon as he sighed the lady that was doing Charlotte's nails, he brought out his gun and shut her dead.. It was a silencer gun so no body heard the gun shot.

"I’m done playing your games. Both of you. You want revenge, Evan? Fine. Try me. But leave Naomi out of it." Charlotte’s eyes flickered with something dangerous. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over Damian’s chest before he pushed her away. "You used to be mine, Damian," she whispered. "You could be again." "Not in this lifetime," he spat. Her expression twisted. Then, in a blink, she reached inside her coat. A glint of silver flashed in the lantern light. The gun was in her hands before I could even take a breath. "You should’ve chosen me." The shot rang out.

He simply stood in front of me, an immovable mountain of muscle and ancient power, and let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated over the deafening roar of the chopper blades. "Surrounded," Killian mocked softly, glancing back at me with a smirk. "Humans are remarkably optimistic creatures, aren't they?" Before the SWAT commander could issue the order to fire, a massive shadow blotted out the remaining moonlight. Rising silently from the darkness behind the three police helicopters was a colossal, matte-black gunship. It bore no military markings, only the elegant, silver crest of the Blackwood Corporation. It was military-grade stealth technology—the kind of hardware that governments couldn

"I say again, load the cargo for me." At this moment, a fat man jumped out of the truck cab and shouted, "What's going on?" Charlotte turned around and pointed the gun at his head, "Do you want to try it too?" The fat man saw his companion lying on the ground, wailing, and his face turned white: "The gun..." Charlotte raised her eyebrows and said, "I only need A15 cans, so I won't make you feel embarrassed. Just fill them up and put them in my trunk. As long as they're full, that's fine."

There was something about the way he stared at me; it was chilling yet satisfying. In a way that made me go crazy, in a way that made me want to moan his name over and over again. Fuck, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head no matter how much I tried. “Ms. Charlotte,” I was called out again by him. His name, he is Mr. Adrian Blackwood, the grandson of the mogul Blackwood, the CEO of Jupith. Everyone knows the company, even the poor. The type of rich they were wasn't something that needed an introduction.

“It’s actually good.” Kerill shot him a sharp look, and Saviel immediately shut up. “Well, I’m glad you liked it.” Kerill turned when Black spoke—he was looking at Charlene. She smiled and nodded. “It’s delicious,” she said. “Tsk.” Both of them looked at Kerill when he scoffed. Black smirked slightly, clearly amused—and already plotting something. “You know, Charlene,” Black said casually, “if my brother hadn’t gotten to you first, I probably would’ve courted you myself.”

She brushed her hair away and exclaimed, "My hand is sore. How about yours?" Griffith straightened up with an unruffled expression as if nothing had happened. However, his jaw tightened, and a hint of unease flashed in his eyes. He cleared his throat. "Sore after just one shot? Are you that weak?" "I'm a beginner!" Charlotte emphasized, somewhat flustered. She then slipped away from him gracefully. "Master, take a break. I'll practice on my own." Seeing him not responding, Charlotte quickly raised her hand, loaded the bullet, and fired.

Aiden’s eyes were cold, unreadable, and each step he took towards Charlotte made the employees stiffen in their seats. The murmurings stopped. Charlotte stepped back quickly, fixing her blouse and forcing a nervous smile. “Mr. Blackwood,” she said, trying to stay calm. “Is this about the new design?” Aiden gave a small nod and crossed his arms. “Yes. You submitted it under your name.” “I did.” Charlotte walked to her desk and turned on her computer. “I worked on it last night. I even stayed late to finish it… you can ask anyone.” She turned the screen so he could see the file.

After a moment, Alpha Black released her. Charlotte stumbled, coughing, her face flushed red. “Stay away from Jenna,” Nick said evenly. “This is strike two. There won’t be a strike three.” “And you should inform Alpha Rivers about what just happened,” Alpha Black sneered. “Because I promise you that I will be talking to him myself.” Charlotte looked around the crowd, hoping for an ally. She didn’t find one. She straightened her dress and hurried off. Alpha Black turned back to me.