Charlotte Cracker Bounty Novels & Stories

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Charlotte sighed, "Well, five days is five days. As always, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer within five days, you can expect to be shot." "Okay, okay, okay..." The Puppy was sweating profusely. He had been dealing with Charlotte for over a year and knew that this seemingly gentle and weak boy was actually a dangerous person. Before her father died, he left her a bunch of guns, bullets, and drugs. Over the years, she sold a large part of them and used the rest to rob people. No, she just robbed smuggling cars. These cars didn't have government documents, and they wouldn't dare report the robbery to the government. Usually, they had to swallow the bitter fruit themselves.