Charlotte In The Inbetweeners Novels & Stories

she asks quietly. A pause. ⸻ Long enough. ⸻ “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he mutters. ⸻ Charlotte closes the laptop. ⸻ Not because she’s done watching. But because she doesn’t need more. ⸻ They’re breaking. ⸻ Exactly as planned. ⸻ The next morning, Charlotte stands outside a glass building in the heart of the city. Tall. Sharp. Commanding. ⸻ She steps inside.

Charlotte muttered to herself. Jarvey noticed Charlotte standing at the door, waving her over while still on his call. Charlotte approached him, wrapping her arms around him from behind as she sat down. "I'll call you back later, Mr. Tan," Jarvey said before ending the call. He turned around and returned Charlotte's embrace. "Miss me, huh?" Jarvey's deep voice whispered in her ear. Charlotte nodded. "Are you busy?" she asked. "Just a bit of work." "Wanna cuddle with me?"

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.”

I turned over on my stomach and laid my head down facing away from him, hoping it would give him the message that I really don’t want to see him right now. Obviously he didn’t get the message, because he sat down next to me and continued talking. “You aren’t really doing a good job hiding when you tell your mom you are headed to the beach. There is only one beach any of us ever really came to, so it was pretty easy to find you.” “Touche.” I replied, still trying to show disinterest in him being here. “Listen Charlotte,” he began, “I know we left things on a rough note. If anything, I should be the one mad at you, not the other way around.”

Elena and Sylvester must have given her something to hide her scent and block our link. "D-Damon." Damon's eyes widened as there was a connection between the mate bond. Charlotte sounded weak and tired. "Charlotte, where are you?" Damon asked quickly. The link fell silent for a second. "Un-un-underground at your old pack house." Elena. She turned around, and a wicked smile was plastered on her face. Charlotte stopped fighting the restraints and stared at her. Her mouth went dry as she looked at Elena and Sylvester. "Well done," she congratulated. Elena walked up to Charlotte and ran her hand down the chains. "These have held up well against your magic."

My voice was low, but the venom in it was unmistakable. Still, as furious as I was, one thing I knew for sure was that Charlotte would never pin another man’s child on me. She wasn’t like Eleanor. She was different, even if she’d hurt me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. “Adam,” Charlotte tried again, her voice trembling. “I can explain—” “Get back to the altar,” I cut her off sharply, my gaze finally meeting hers. “We have a wedding to conclude.” Her eyes widened in shock, and tears welled up, spilling over onto her cheeks. For a moment, she looked as though she might collapse again.

"You are, Nick. You look very drunk." As he slumped onto the table, Lucy was about to flag down a waiter when she spotted a familiar figure. It was Charlotte. Charlotte walked over and stopped right in front of her. "What are you doing here?" Lucy snapped. How on earth had she found them? Charlotte didn't seem surprised at all. It was as if she had known exactly who he was out with. "You don’t seem shocked to see me, but I can’t say the same for you." Lucy glanced at Nick. He was leaning on the table with glazed eyes, looking completely checked out. She turned back to Charlotte with a knowing look. "What’s the matter? You’ve only been divorced from my brother for a few days and you’re alread

“Goodness, Carl. Connor isn’t a flirt, and he didn’t hit on me. He’s more like an older brother to me.” Carl arched his brows. “Hmm. I hope so. I’ll text you his number once I get to my room. Get ready for dinner, Charl.” He brushed past her, a grin spreading across his face as he headed to his room. Charlotte watched him until he was out of sight. Then, she walked into her room and shut the door. The distance between their rooms was considerable, and they might not see each other if they didn’t meet in the living room. That was because their rooms were large, each with a small kitchen and living room.

“Okay, what's up?” “I can't talk over the phone, can you come over tomorrow morning?” Ivy said “Morning? Don't you have to go to work or something?” Wait, don't tell me it's happened already.” Charlotte said with panic in her voice “Tell you what happened?” Ivy asked “You've been fired! Duh!” Charlotte said “What? No Char, can you just come over tomorrow? It's an emergency,” Ivy replied. “Okay, okay, I'll be there, geez,” Charlotte said

Emma: Don’t work all night. Charlotte smiled. Charlotte: No promises. She slipped the phone into her clutch and headed for the door. ⸻ The ballroom glittered beneath crystal chandeliers. Soft music drifted through the room as business leaders, philanthropists, and community organizers mingled over cocktails. Charlotte accepted a glass of champagne from a passing server. She’d barely taken two steps when a familiar voice spoke behind her. “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.” She turned. Darrien. Black tuxedo.