Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

“You got big.” “I'm TWO!” James held up three fingers. “That's three fingers,” Sophia laughed. “We are still working on counting.” “Two!” James tried again, managing to hold up one finger this time. “Close enough,” Killian said solemnly. “Two is very important.” “Ant Yemmy!” James twisted in Killian's arms to stare at me with frank curiosity. “That's right,” I said, stepping closer. “I'm Aunt Emmy.” He studied me for a long moment, then reached out to pat my face with sticky toddler hands. “Pretty.”

In fact, the interior alone cost more than two luxury penthouses in this upscale neighborhood. I ignored her self-absorbed rambling, put my phone on silent, and went to sleep. … Early the next morning, I went downstairs on time and headed toward my reserved parking space. As soon as I pulled open the car door, a figure suddenly darted out from the side and grabbed the passenger door. It was Charlotte; she was wearing an incredibly over-the-top, sequined slip dress and a pair of four-inch heels. Worst of all, she was holding a steaming bowl of pungent chitlin stew.

“But—” “I know the rites like the back of my hand,” he said. “I felt her soul move on. And besides, I knew Elena, just as you did. Do you think, for one moment, that that sweet, kind-hearted, joyous young woman would have hurt anyone? Especially someone like Charlotte, who loves Nora more than anything?” I thought about that for a moment. Elena was never cruel, even when it hurt her sometimes. She was always kind to everyone. And she would have loved Charlotte.

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

really meant with him. My brain was fried when I finally packed my books and started heading out. The hallways were nearly empty, shadows stretching long under the flickering lights. I turned the corner and froze. Charlotte. She was leaning against the lockers, manicured nails tapping her phone. Beside her, Emilia shifted uncomfortably, eyes glued to the floor. “Well, well,” Charlotte purred, pushing off the locker. “If it isn’t Blackridge’s favorite charity case.” I clenched my jaw. “Not in the mood, Charlotte.”

Charlie who was filled with guilt that he accepted Ivote and Grey’s orders and even thought of betraying his kind master swallowed his shame and calls to Damian. “Master!” Charlie shouted while running to Damian who turns to look at Charlie. Days passed and Damian is currently with Amelia on a little date outside of their home. Damian watches Amelia as she picks out baby clothes for their soon to be born child. They had both recently found out that the gender of their child was a boy and so, Damian offered to take Amelia on a little shopping so she could pick out clothes for their child. The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her

was it fun, or am I banned from future outings? Emma: it was fun. and you didn’t talk the whole time. helpful. Connor: helpful? wow, I feel loved. Emma: lol. yes. helpful. Connor: okay… then how about a second round sometime? Emma: maybe :) I grinned. Maybe was all I needed. And just as I was about to type something more, I leaned back and thought: she’s different. she’s not like anyone else I know. Connor: alright. mister “helpful,” don’t overwork yourself with the tile. save some charm for me.

Both Tyler and Giselle looked shocked at not only Katherine's direct challenge of Giselle's authorities but her bold accusation. "Katherine, what in the world gave you the idea-" Giselle began innocently. "The way you were eyeing me and King a second ago gave me the idea," Katherine said hotly, placing her hands on her hips. "I know the type. Let me guess, I am the charity case of the week? You figured you get me a boyfriend and a makeover and just like that you can fix me? Well, maybe I don't want to be the new charity case. Maybe I don't want to be set up with the guy who looks at me like I am a splattered insect on his shiny new car. You know, I thought you were different for a second, ho

'' Charlotte was happy despite being unemployed and with a lot of debts on her shoulders, because since she gave birth she had never really gone out at night and this night she wanted to enjoy it to the fullest, in her head she said: ''Crossroads there goes Charlotte Ramirez.''

Curiosity made me almost go crazy. "Just tell me what I need to hear over the phone", I yelled and he gulped. "Okay. The lady, your designer, in question is actually Mrs Emily Wilson, your daughter-in-law", he revealed and I felt myself go blank for moment. "What?!" "Yes. She left the Wilson mansion five years ago to a faraway country in the North and has been living there with her daughter for a while. She created a legacy for herself within such a short period of time because she was extremely gifted when it comes to designs. She has been designed for the many influential people, including the governor, who introduced her to you. She-"