Charlotte Cracker Bounty Novels & Stories

“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.”

A few weeks later. Charlotte winced. She hated sleeping on her back. Charlotte rolled out of bed, sitting up. She shouldn't have slept so late. She pulled out a tight sweater that had a reindeer across it. It was seasonal, and she liked it even though it was only the first of December. It showed her belly off, and Damon loved it. She didn't like hiding her baby belly in baggy clothes. She had to wear yoga pants with a sweater because her jeans didn't fit anymore, and she loved wearing a pair of slippers with puppies all over them. Charlotte reached the door and had to stand by the stairs. This was now routine. She couldn't get down the stairs without someone helping her down. Damon said she

“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

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.

Everything I said went through one ear and out the other. Just when my patience was about to snap, Charlotte came back in, the smell of baked sweet hitting me and I scowled, giving her an incredulous look. She’d left me alone with these ruffians for the last fifteen minutes so she could bake sweets? “Who wants a cookie?” Charlotte called in a sing-song voice and all the kid's eyes snapped to her, mouths watering now as they rushed over to get their own cookie. She held them high above her head, wagging a disapproving finger at them. “Ah-ah, only good little boys and girls get cookies. So tell me, Bethany, what’s nine plus nine?”

She was after all, in a small town where word traveled fast. Charlotte handed her a cup of hot steaming to-go coffee and a bag of two sour cream coffee cakes with the cinnamon-walnut swirl. Grace removed a note from her wallet to pay, but Charlotte shook her head in disapproval. "Your coffee and snack are always on the house." She said. Around here, Charlotte give a lot of children and sometimes adults her goodies, at least, Grace had seen her do that three times yesterday, and she wondered how she made her profit. She wondered why Charlotte decided it was time she earned that courtesy too.

' thought Charlotte . " Tia , could you bring me that bag ?! " said Charlotte . " Sure ! " said Tia and took the bag then gave it to Charlotte . " Here , your highness ! " said Tia . " Thank you ! " said Charlotte with a smile . " What did you put in there ? " asked Catherine when she saw the shining smile on Charlotte's face . " My precious life saver from all this boredom ! " said Charlotte and took out of the bag some cards and a table game .

Then ditched you for some deadbeat and left you with claustrophobia and skin hunger. "And this one—Charlotte. The bitch who wrecked it all. She should've been the one to burn from the start."

I peeked around the corner to see Charlotte holding the napkin, staring down at it. Was she just going to take it, I wondered? After everything she’d said, everything we’d agreed on, she was going to— Rip. My brows shot up as I watched charlotte tear the napkin in half and chuck it into a nearby trashcan. Pride flared within me as I watched the scene. “That’s our girl,” my wolf purred. I shoved him down, rolling my eyes at the choice of phrase, and listened. “Kieran and I are allies,” Charlotte was saying. “We both want what’s best for Nora. That’s it.”