Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

Charlotte looked at Elizabeth's reply, feeling very guilty, and her already slightly flushed face became even hotter. She randomly picked an emoji and sent it back, then put her phone aside and lay flat on the bed. I slept. After lying down for a while, she touched her phone again and opened G****e. Just as she typed two words, Charlotte felt extremely embarrassed and immediately deleted them. She logged into T*****r, intending to distract herself by checking out some gossip. But the trending topic was very boring, so she watched it for a while and then quit. As if by some strange coincidence, she clicked on the novel that Elizabeth had sent her before.

I asked as an afterthought “Oh yes she told me that as well”, Charlotte said. “Pretty long time I'd say, enough time to hate or love someone”, she said, and that instant I realised that Charlotte McCartney had a very defined perspective. Not like I just realised it, she always gave hints of such tendencies but perhaps what she said seemed so correct that it made me see her differently for that moment.

After some days– Charlotte has become a little brave or reckless lately. When she found Rex alone, she occasionally jumped on him and sat down on his lap and gave him a lot of hot kisses. At that moment, Rex looked at her with annoyed eyes. But Charlotte enjoyed watching it. Although Charlotte was surrounded by smiling faces in front of Rex, when she was alone, she cried and let her head be placed on the pillow. Because at the end of the day she is also human. She cried for help, remembering Rex's silence and losing her baby. She does not show her tears to anyone for a moment.

Xavier spun to look at the figure, and his lips parted open when he saw Charlotte In a mini outfit, looking beautiful. She was putting on a short mid-thigh skirt, with a long sleeve chiffon office shirt. Her white soft long legs in the open air. Charlotte felt his gaze on her thigh, and felt embarrassed. She wanted to avoid putting them on. It was Matilda who bought them for her, and insisted she dress beautiful to the office. "Boss, this is your schedule for today." Charlotte said, and passed him the iPad. "Go to Ms Evelyn, ask her to prepare my coffee, and give it to you. Pay attention to how she makes it, I don't like it with much sugar."

Emily was drawn to people with power that matched her own, and marrying that man was the most regretful move she had ever wanted to repeat. Emily never regretted any impulsive decisions, even if they might harm her. Thanks to her high confidence, almost none of her efforts failed, even when she had to use the dirtiest tactics. *** Charlotte prepared breakfast and packed the food into three separate containers, placing them in an aluminium bag to keep them warm. She then locked the door and headed to Devon’s house to enjoy the meal together.

“Wait... Isn’t that,” She doesn’t finish. Just sits there. Mouth open. Callie and I both lean in. “Who?” Emily blinks, looking up at me like she can’t believe her eyes. “Charlotte... that’s Axton Rowe.”

Though they loved money and power, they also knew how to support and defend themselves In a time of need. Emilia had only gone to use the bathroom for Ten minutes so she was shocked to find out that her sister's face was this pale. " What happened? " She asked again when she didn't get an answer. " It's nothing, I just feel a little tired. " Charlotte lied. " Really? I can see that you are lying, is it Lucy? " She inquired and seeing that her sister was silent she thought it was true. Charlotte smiled Secretly seeing her Sister's angry face.

"Oh, God... When you went down like that, I thought you were dead." "Charlotte," I say. "What?" asks James. Michael looks up. "I´m Charlotte. Jenny became the fantasy. Charlotte is the real person."

No man could resist her! “Do I know you?!” Hinting at a sarcastic tone, Charles looked at Charlotte distantly. Charlotte felt faint but managed to pull herself together and replied confidently. “Oh, I’m Charlotte Steffan, the mayor’s daughter. We’ve met several times at my dad’s parties.” She smiled as prettily as she could. She would not miss this opportunity, unlike Emily, who had nothing. She was rich and powerful, while Emily was just a charity case at their school. Thinking about this, Charlotte smirked triumphantly.

I had never been good at acting. Two weeks ago, I would have failed to play grass in a school theater. Fortunately, Emily worked the psycho-magic she normally used preparing witnesses to testify, and now my character—Charlotte Madison, the invincible secretary—had become a masterpiece... in my own league.