Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

American broadcast journalist, political commentator, CNN co-host, Emmy Award News anchor, writer, author of ‘Amanda Wakes Up’, a best-seller in… Reading all these on Wikipedia, I could see why Charlotte thought of her as a goddess. Alisyn was literally Charlotte’s dream ever since childhood. “Well, I bet your whole day has been made. I'm happy for you. Cheerful emoji.” “No, my whole life has been made! Thank you.” She replied instantly. I could see her face redden, as she moved giddily to express her jubilation. She was extremely elated, just the way I loved her.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

'' 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.''

Everyone was shocked and Charlotte felt so sad and embarrassed and she ran away. She thought love is all a bet and a risk, nobody actually cares. Charlotte disbelief for love started ever since then. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Twenty five years old Charlotte walked down the stairs dazzling beautiful she was sophisticated, so mature, so grown-up with her bodyguard right behind her and she walk down the table ready for dinner. Sitting quietly with courtesy and charisma, she great her mum and her cousin Hillary at the table. Hillary, a polished Mexican-American who got to live with The grays due to her respect and courtesy.

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-"

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

* The next morning, Charlotte arrived at the golf course with Tim. She was dressed in an all-white athletic outfit, her hair tied up in a high ponytail. Fresh-faced, energetic, and youthful, she immediately caught the attention of Gaius Lloyd, the president of TH Corporation, whose eyes lit up the moment he saw her. Tim introduced them. “Mr. Lloyd, this is Charlotte Riley from our firm.” Charlotte offered a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lloyd.” That smile practically made Gaius’s heart flutter. “Well, I didn’t expect your firm to have such a young and beautiful attorney,” he said with a chuckle.

The door opened moments later, revealing Charlotte dressed in a sleek black robe, her expression shifting from surprise to annoyance. “Well, this is unexpected,” Charlotte said, leaning against the doorframe. “Can I come in?” Emma asked, her tone sharp. Charlotte raised an eyebrow but stepped aside. “By all means.” Emma entered, her eyes scanning the luxurious apartment. It was every bit as ostentatious as she had imagined. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Charlotte asked, closing the door behind her. Emma turned to face her. “You need to stop.” Charlotte laughed, a hollow sound. “Stop what?”

She raised her head and looked at her parents and Cecilia who was sitting next to her brothe-in-law. "Oh my God, what's wrong with all of you? I ... didn't say anything at all. I was just laughing. How could you think that I was laughing at Percy and Cecilia? Then I'm considered jealous. Wow!" Charlotte said with a tone full of astonishment and also a smile full of high confidence. Shane secretly smiled at his wife's courage and confidence. The young man even now knows that there is an interesting side to Charlotte that sometimes does not always appear. That interesting side was Charlotte's figure who was not willing if other people were underestimated and also if things did not match the fa

Charity nodded, she was ashamed because she still thought badly of her aunt Olivia. "Remember that I'm here for you, I'm ready to help you," Olivia smiled at Charity. Charity breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to tell her aunt everything but she was afraid that she might report to her daddy. "Alright aunty," Charity answered weakly. Olivia smiled at her again and then turned around to enter their room. Charity decided to go back to her room to rest. She's been sleepy for a few days now, maybe it's a symptom of her pregnancy.