Charlotte Cracker Bounty Novels & Stories

Without minding her dirty clothes, Evans rushed to hug his Granny and both stayed that way for a long time before separating. Granny looked him up and down and only let out a sigh of relief after seeing he wasn't injured and he was perfectly fine. “How have you been? I was nearby and decided to come see you.” Evans said, holding her hand and walking her back to the kitchen. His eyes lit up when he saw her baking. “It's good you came! Granny was baking some snacks and sweets to set up the stall tomorrow and I was planning to send you some. Since you’re here, then bring some along.” She said, as she went back to her seat to continue mixing her flour.

“I have to go sometimes for work. But I always come back.” “Stay. Forever stay.” “I wish I could. But Mama has to work so we can have our house and your toys and goldfish crackers.” “Goldfish crackers!” Charlotte immediately shifted focus to the important things. “Want crackers!” “It’s five-thirty in the morning. We’re not having crackers for breakfast.” “CRACKERS!” “Welcome home,” Damien said dryly. “To toddler negotiations and impossible food demands.” “I’ve missed this chaos. Sort of. Mostly.” Seraphine extracted herself from Charlotte’s grip. “Okay, fine. Crackers for breakfast. Because I’ve been gone five days and my willpower is depleted.”

“Stand up and exercise your dead butt, and while you’re at it, go to the kitchen and get more chips.” Charlotte gave her a look. Kate rolled her eyes and pushed her. “Go. I’ll pause the show,” she assured her. “Ugh, okay,” Charlotte said resignedly as she stood up with the empty plate of chips. “I’ll be sure to keep my butt issues to myself from now onwards.” Just like her sister, Charlotte was obsessed with chips. Ever since she left Xavier, chips had become her comfort food, which was why on her first day out of the house to do grocery shopping, she had purchased an entire truckload of different brands of chips.

That faint whiff of citrus and lavender, mixed with bakery sugar and whatever lip gloss Charlotte had stolen from Sephora last week. “Guess who brought food for her favorite emotionally unavailable ink bitch,” Charlotte sing-songed, waltzing in like the damn sun in human form. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my mouth. “Tell me it’s lemon-pepper wings.” “And Red Vines,” Charlotte grinned, lifting the brown bag and shaking it proudly. “Because I know you secretly love chewing on something that tastes like regret and cherry plastic.” I finally turned, pulling off my gloves with a dramatic sigh. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

I say enjoying the chocolate, it's pretty and delicious. "Too bad, I didn't make another one, have a nice day angel," he says to my little walking away he just gave away his homework and a sure A, what a strange vampire. "Bye," Kitkat says waving bye at him as he leaves, she picks a bit more from her food before finally leaving toward my class with me. Darjin skipped my morning class, maybe that's why he gave her the chocolate earlier in the day, but she was happy and okay with playing with the rest of my students, she had her fun playing with them and teasing them, she's the class kitten.

“Mistress, it seems someone has leaked the Matriarch’s private cravings to the entire territory. Every Alpha here is hunting this tribute.” “What?” Charlotte stood so abruptly her chair screeched against the stone. A wave of dizziness hit her. The servant caught her arm to steady her. “Perhaps a rival pack bought the secret and spread it to spite us.” “Useless cur!” In a flash of feral rage, Charlotte’s hand flew out, her nails grazing the servant’s face. “You couldn't even guard a simple secret? Why didn't you pay extra silver to silence the informants?” The servant shielded her face, whining softly. “Lady, the credits you gave me were barely enough for the tribute itself. We have nothing l

Charlotte had promised a big bonus if the project succeeded, was well received by the product lovers, and managed to attract a larger market. Everyone wanted to be involved, but Zakaria had no choice but to recruit Keanu at Charlotte's request. Now, Keanu was trying to contact the woman, even waiting at a café as they had arranged yesterday. However, even as the lunch break was almost over, there was no sign of Charlotte showing up.

"You’ve already kidnapped me. I can’t escape anyway. But let me make one thing clear. Since you’re all so determined to make her eat my fortune cookie, don’t regret it." Mara and the others exchanged glances, then lit up with excitement. "We won’t regret it!" I nodded and told them to untie me. "Follow the process. First, write your name and birth details on a piece of paper. Then burn it to ashes and wrap it inside." One of the supporters, worried I might try something, quickly asked, "Mara, what do you want on the paper?" She thought for a moment. "Something for delicate features and big eyes. Write that into the fortune. She has to be beautiful. And add a perfect test score. Write it in s

Licking her lips, she pointed to the cotton candy on the side. Jazz walked over and bought the largest one without saying a word. Charlotte smiled with her eyes turning into crescent moons. She held the cotton candy in her hands, but she did not eat it. Instead, she delivered it to Jazz’s mouth. “You may have it first, Uncle Handsome,” she said, her voice tender. Jazz was not a big fan of sweet things, but when he saw Charlotte’s face, he felt like he was ready to take a few glasses of syrups.