Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

"Charlotte. Age: twenty-two. Five feet eight. 135 pounds. 38, 22, 36. Interests.... not listed. Background.... not listed. Virgin. Virgin? This girl? How can a girl who looks like this, conceivably be a virgin at twenty-two? Men must lie at her feet. It's just got to be a con.... .... .... .... but what if it isn't…? The image of the girl, of Charlotte, stays with me through the day. As I work, it drifts through my mind; those incredible eyes. Wonder if the photo's been touched up? Taking a coffee break, I open the message again, clicking through to see if I can learn anything I missed the first time, but no, there's nothing more.

Where the hell are you, Emily? Emily's mouth went dry. Her lips quivered to speak but no words came out of them. "I—-I can explain." ********* Charlotte Baker was having a terrible headache when she woke up. That was getting around a lot this morning. She'd not slept a wink the past night. Even though it seemed that she'd won, Charlotte knew that it was just a temporary win. She had to find a permanent solution to the problem that called herself 'Emily' in Edmund's life. Otherwise, she was going to be on the losing side soon.

Emily smiled as a certain memory of little Dalton chasing after Charlotte popped into her mind. Charlotte was a hard kid and did not like to mingle with others. She had only one female friend until Dalton came along. She had hid behind her grandfather and refused to shake his hand when they were introduced. Charlotte's grandfather, Elijah, had flushed with embarrassment before apologizing on her behalf and telling Dalton and his grandfather that Charlotte was a shy little girl.

Her head throbbed a bit from all the noise. She squinted her eyes to see clearly. Right in the middle of the chaos, with arms folded proudly like she just won a huge lottery was Charlotte, Carl's sister. "Oh, you're leaving?" Charlotte began kindly with a poisonous dryness at the end of her speech. "Go away, Charlie!" Emily said failing to shield her face properly from the lenses her hands were barely enough. "You've helped your biggest fan with her dream man and the money. Can I just go now?"

I stand up from my chair and walk downstairs, only to see Charlotte Hilton standing in the center of the living room, with a box in her hand. “Oh goodness, Emma. Hello.” She smiles so wide, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Her father is Mr. Hilton, the man who won’t invest in my games until I am settled down. She's part of the Hilton triplets, Charlotte, Clara and Chloe. Charlotte is the epitome of beauty, with her long caramel blonde hair and striking gray-blue eyes. I don’t particularly have fond memories of her. In Chicago, years ago, she had her arm draped over Jeremy while he presented to the whole world the game he had built alone but Charlotte is a sweet person, which makes it inc

Inside the large mansion, Emilia held Ray, slowly walking through the place where she had lived for nearly twenty years. Ray had been staring at Emilia the whole time as if this was the first time he had seen his mother made up, so he couldn't stop watching her. Standing beside them, Charlotte couldn't help but laugh, saying, "The little guy probably thinks you're wonderful, Miss Emilia." At that moment, Emilia seemed to wake from a dream. She looked at Ray and gave a slight smile. Charlotte thought to herself. Indeed, Emilia looked terrific today. Her black hair was slightly curled and flowing behind her, adorned with a few gold accessories and a bright yellow evening gown, making her seem

She pretended to her friends and family that she was fine, 365 days had gone by and it was a long time for her to feel better. Now she was beautifully dressed with a flowery headband, ready to attend the wedding. No matter what, she had to move on and not wait on Caleb. “You look so beautiful, I have got a good choice,” Chloe said happily as she picked the dress, Emma smiled before staring at herself in the mirror. She was indeed beautiful. Lincoln walked in with Elaine, they both dressed beautifully as well and had happy smiles. “Where is Kitty? Kitty was Lincoln and Elaine's one-year-old daughter, she was so adorable and loves keeping Emma company.

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.

The girl who thought she could stand near Isaac McCall without consequences. Second period was chemistry. The lab smelled of old experiments and disinfectant. I partnered with Kate as always. We measured liquids and recorded numbers while the rest of the class pretended to work. Halfway through the period the door opened and a prefect handed a folded note to the teacher. The teacher read it, then looked straight at me. Charlotte. You are needed in the headmaster’s office. A soft ripple moved through the room. Kate’s eyes widened. I wiped my hands on a paper towel, collected my bag, and followed the prefect out.

The driver was slightly taken aback and he said, “General Manager, we do not own such a low-end car in our company.” Paul replied, “It’s okay. Just buy one of them for me.” “Okay then.” Since Charlie’s physical fitness far exceeds that of an ordinary person, he could hear everything that they were discussing even though they were whispering amongst themselves. At this time, Charlie could not help but feel a ton of admiration for Matilda. This aunt was not only very beautiful and amazing, but she also had very high emotional intelligence. This kind of woman was simply a goddess to every middle-aged man.