Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

The spy was a northerner, so he had no reason to lie against her. "Lucian, Scarlett is not Nikolay," Maxwell said to me. "If we soften towards that bitch and accept the bond, she would be worse than her father. She is a devil's spawn," I told them. "I am not willing to unleash that kind of evil upon my people. Her mother killed her father's fated mate," I said, and Clay shook his head.

PLEASE READ NOTE AT BOTTOM FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION 5/29/26 CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I stood outside Ellis Design Group for several minutes, staring up at the building above me, before I worked up the courage to go in. I couldn’t afford to let this job slip through my fingers. “Get it together,” I whispered, before pulling the door open and stepping inside. A woman with sleek auburn hair walked toward me with a bright smile.

“It doesn’t work like that. So tell me, Coco, why do you love him?” Charlotte took a deep breath and spoke with a full heart, “He is a very good person. Kind. Honest. Gentle. He knows how to make someone happy. Most of all, he is just so good at heart. I love how empathetic and sensitive he is to emotions and pain. He doesn’t hurt people. And he is charismatic—he used to take care of me so much when he didn’t remember Emily. He loved me, and I got so used to that love. I have never met someone like him before.”

“ Unlike Charlotte she's a spoiled brat, so selfish, she would do anything good or bad to get what she want , she doesn't care about others feelings or needs, she toyed with Emilio for years played with his feeling then she betrayed him, she rejected him without a remorse and mated with Ayann, she also lied about her baby's father, the pup she caring is Emilio's pup not Ayann's But Emilio recognized his pup. He confronted Charlotte with the truth. She denied his parenting rights. She insisted that Ayann is the father of her child, then threatened Emilio with hurting him if he said anything. He thought that he had no other choice than kidnapping her. He hired people to kidnap Charlotte, but e

I was trying not to show anyone what I was feeling, even though I deeply felt their absence. "So, Eloá is staying at your apartment?" Emily asked Charlotte with surprise. It was Saturday afternoon, and Charlotte had come to the Bronx to visit us, as we weren't able to meet up frequently now that I was working and studying. Emily had also been quite busy since she volunteered to help at a single mothers' institution, a place she and Douglas found out about through his sister Nora, which was quite surprising, actually.

I meekly replied avoiding eye contact because and angry Emily is not easy to deal with. "i am not going say anything because it is a joyful day , so out let's go "she said. we left home and hailed a taxi , to luxurious boutique Emily told the driver.we arrived at boutique and there we met Charlotte the owner of the boutique . Charlotte is such a nice woman she always treated us well whenever we came to shop here but unfortunately her kindheartness was not of the traits her daughter got from her. we went to school together with her and if there was one word to describe her it was bitch, she was a bitch.

I replied with a small smile. Charlotte stumbled toward me, still giggling, her hair falling into her face. “He’s mine,” she slurred, gripping my arm possessively. “My baby. Go away…” She pushed Emma back. Her friends laughed awkwardly. “Isn’t he so handsome? He sings like an angel. Do you know he’s a priest?—not like an ordained priest, but he’s really angelic,” Charlotte slurred proudly. I swallowed tightly, knowing her friends were probably wondering what that meant.

I found myself laughing for the first time all day. A few minutes later Charlotte walked in, carrying extra cleaning supplies. “I heard you got stuck with cleaning duty,” she called out. “Thought I’d come help—” She stopped dead when she saw Eros. Her cheeks turned bright pink instantly. “Oh… hello.” Eros turned and gave her a slow, sexy smile that made even me raise an eyebrow. “Well, hello. And who might you be?” Charlotte actually blushed harder. “Charlotte Harrington. I’m… a friend of Julian’s.”

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.

"Nothing so crass, darling. I simply... inspired them. A bit of devilish charm goes a long way in the creative process." Sebastian leaned forward, completely engrossed. "What were they like?" "Oh, passionate, the lot of them," Dad replied, his eyes distant with memory. "Charlotte was the practical one, always fretting over propriety. Emily, now she had a wild streak that would've put some demons to shame. And Anne? Quiet, but with a mind sharper than Xera's blades." I watched Sebastian drink in every word, his face alight with fascination. It was... endearing, really.