Charlotte Cracker Bounty Novels & Stories

She then took a regular chip from Dawn Haven Villa, broke it, and replaced the original chip. She called a courier and had the package delivered to Charlotte late at night. If misfortune followed Charlotte, then so be it. Charlotte continued to send taunting messages using burner phones, repeatedly bringing up what Tabitha Moore did.

he said, turning off the engine and glancing at her. Charlotte looked at the house, surprised. “Where is this?” Sean smiled slightly, “Come see.” As soon as they stepped out, a man came walking toward them. He looked a bit puzzled at first, then surprised, and finally broke into a wide grin. “Mr. Jasper, what a surprise!” He handed Sean a cigarette. Charlotte noticed the brand—Yellow Crane Tower. It was one of those cheap ones she had seen in convenience stores, maybe ten or fifteen dollars a pack.

She beckons me to come to her. It's a relief to see her. As I make my way through the crowd, someone hits on me with a "Hey, sexy." I ignored him, only interested in Nate. Amber is wearing Dolce & Gabbana's red mini dress, a popular brand, as well as a Christian Louboutin red heel, another well-known brand. I dreamed of wearing one day. Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel.

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.

Embarrassed at, again, accepting gifts from strangers, Charlotte takes the coffee but doesn't touch the waffles until Barbara pushes a fork into her hand. "Look, kid, you're broke. You're doing your best to get out of it. I get that. Been there. Done that. Read the book. Seen the movie. Got the tee-shirt. Now eat. When you're the City's leading courtesan, you can buy me lunch one day." She waits until Charlotte has eaten a couple of bites then, "Okay, I've been talking to some people for you. The general agreement is that the best way for you to raise the most is by auction."

Charlotte refused, “Only an ice puppy, that’s all. If you don’t want it, then there’s no other option. In this heat, I’m too lazy to go out. If you ask Ross to go, Zachary will definitely find out.” Jane quickly grabbed her hand, shaking it from side to side. “Charlotte, you’re the best! I also want some grilled skewers, please!” Charlotte asked, “Didn’t Zachary personally make you grilled skewers at home?” Jane replied, “That’s different, grilled skewers from the stalls are much more delicious.”

Charlotte asked, eyes wide. Agnes chuckled. “One at a time, sweetheart.” Charlotte pouted. "Just one? That's not fair!" Nathaniel crossed his arms, wagging a finger. "Charlotte, you can't have too many. Your tummy is sensitive, and too much sugar will give you a toothache and turn your teeth black from cavities!" Charlotte stuck out her tongue. “Fine… but can I have a tiny extra brownie?” Agnes smiled. "Okay, but only a little. You have to share with Nathaniel too."

"Thank you. And I want to help you find out who is doing this." Mary Lou raises an eyebrow. "Why would you want to help me?" "Because no one should have to deal with something like this alone," Charlotte replies earnestly. "And... I owe you that much." Mary Lou looks surprised but then nods appreciatively. "Thank you, Charlotte. I could use the help." Charlotte smiles and reaches into her bag, pulling out a flyer. "And I have one final gift for you. There’s an off-Broadway show that’s currently in need of extras. I thought you might be interested."

She grinned "How considerate." My voice dripped acid. Charlotte set her glass down and reached into her small purse, withdrawing a small, elegantly wrapped package. "A gift for the happy couple. I couldn't find where the others were being collected." I crossed my arms. "Keep it." "Don't be petty." She held it out. "I said no." With exaggerated care, she placed the package on the ground between us. "There. My conscience is clear." "What do you really want, Charlotte?"