Charlotte Cracker Bounty Novels & Stories

After that, Adrian never came looking for me again. I only heard that he'd had the most extravagant wedding gown custom-made for Charlotte in Italy, given her a priceless pink diamond, and brought her to meet the old Don. The East Coast underworld was full of it. "Miss Charlotte's so lucky, cherished by the Vance Don like she's the apple of his eye." "Miss Charlotte isn't just highborn, she's kind and generous too. She knows that old Ashford survivor, Eve, lives poor as a rat now, and she even wants to give her some money out of charity."

Charlotte said pursing her lips. "Hey..."The woman by the counter exclaimed but was cut off by Mr Jenkins. "How is that my problem uhh, just leave me alone." Mr Jenkins said while laughing. Charlotte sobbed and dashed out of the bar. She kept walking to God knows where. ********** Tyler Dalton the only heir to Dalton group of company a very hardworking, manipulative, wayward and disrespectful man. He is also a bachelor. He is every woman's ideal type in New York but nobody knows he is a monster in sheep's clothing. He even topped the most handsome face in the world last year beating some musicians and actors.

_J Oh shit!.. I stare around the table at Nikki and Ernest who've been persistently talking about how they did a GOT marathon New Year night and I just sat and smiled while giving off little comments. Ernest seemed interested in what I said while Nikki had a bored expression. I don't even know what her problem is anymore. I drag my phone under the table and quickly typed. Dallas BBQ. I'm with my boss. Send. "So Becca, I head your designs are a bomb," Ernest said with a small smile. "Honestly, I loved watching the dresses review especially the golden one with all those silver on it"

Immortal Cravings Part 2- Passions Rolling to the side, I shut off the alarm which was blaring in the early evening and lay back against the soft pillows of the hotel bed. Seven-pm and I was only just waking up—one of the perks-or downsides of working for creatures which only came out at night. For the last two years, I’ve been the sole human bounty hunter, of one Absinthe Raynes—Vampire Lord of Miami. Hunting the rogues which prayed on humans for one million dollars a year; yeah, couldn’t complain. It was the excess baggage which came with it, which was going to send me insane.

Vincent said out loud what the rest of the crowd was thinking. "Rodrick wasn't lying, I did pass," Charlotte said and flashed them all a smile. "I just woke up again soon after." "Yes, from now on, Charlotte will be the Lady of Willow Creek. With that, there will have to be some changes. We'll be opening our doors to live servant contractors once more to supply their blood," Rodrick explained.

And when they reached the market, Shane asked, "What do you want to buy?" "Fish and eggs, Shane. I want to buy quite a lot, for stock," Charlotte replied. Shane gave a small nod and when his wife had finished paying, he said, "Let me bring it." Charlotte smiled, "Oh, yes, I have a porter who can help me carry it." Shane chuckled in response, "How is it free?" Charlotte answered again, "It's not free. There will be a reward." "What?" Shane asked with sparkling eyes. "I'll cook your favorite, guaranteed to be delicious," Charlotte replied with a wide smile.

Ivy heard Charlotte cheer and she turned to glare at her but that glare morphed into one of amusement as she assessed Charlotte's appearance and she struggled to stifle a laugh “What are you wearing Char?” Ivy asked, her amusement evident “Oh, this? It's my kick-ass emergency outfit” Charlotte grinned “A helmet, a raincoat, and a rainboot? You call that a kick-ass outfit? You look ridiculous char. Where did you even get that thing?” Ivy snickered, clutching her tummy while Charlotte glared at her “Oh, you mean this bad boy right here?” Charlotte grinned touching the helmet on her head “I took it off a hot pizza delivery guy outside. By the way, we are having pizza for breakfast. Now quit ask

Theós argued back. Ignoring the argument, Timothy motioned Charlotte over to him. "Don't you two have some working out to do? Huh?" "Oh r-right!" Charlotte scurried over to the fridge, struggling to pull out a very large basket. Theós and I quickly scurried over to help Charlotte with the basket. The basket was almost twice the size of her head. She smiled in thanks before pointing into the still open fridge. "T-There are nine more b-baskets in t-there. Its s-snacks for training. T-Things like d-dried f-fruit and t-tiny s-sandwiches. I a-also made S-Sweet H-Hawaiian Chicken B-Bacon Ranch C-Crescent B-Bites and I a-also added C-Chocolate Dipped M-Macadamia N-Nut S-Shortbread Cookies. S-Saw th

"They're clean and fragrant." Griffith was speechless. "Why don't you sniff Cracker as well?" Charlotte looked back and glanced at Cracker, who was patrolling the bed. "It's injured and hasn't had a bath for who knows how many days. It must have stepped on a lot of poop!" Hearing this, Charlotte felt a bit repulsed. She put Snow Cake down, grabbed Cracker by the back of its neck, and placed it next to the bed. Cracker whimpered, trying to climb onto the bed, but Charlotte pushed its head down.

"...you cross Santa with a duck?" "I don't know..." we all chorus... "... What do you get if you cross Santa with a duck?" "A Christmas quacker." Larry's grimace deepens, then he huffs a laugh, screws up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. James grins. So does Richard. Charlotte offers her cracker to James. "We need to pull the rest of the crackers. You need a hat too." His grin dissolves. So does Richard's as Beth turns, bearing on him, with a 50mm calibre cracker.