Novel & Cerita Charlotte It's Your Birthday

I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings. As I left my balcony back into my not-too-large bedroom, I dashed straight to my study table where I had left my cellphone the previous night. I immediately dialed Courtney's phone number as soon as she picked up, I shouted "Happy Birthday poo'' with a happy voice. (Poo, was how we addressed each other). She responded in her ethereal voice, Thank you so much Poo, I have been waiting for your call since midnight because that has always been your call time on my past birthdays. We both laughed and continued chatting.

Finally, he exhaled sharply and stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he said. * The party was loud and crowded when we arrived. Music pulsed through the room, laughter and chatter mixing with the clink of glasses. Charlotte spotted us immediately and squealed, rushing over in a sparkly dress. “Dri! You came!” She pulled me into a tight hug, squeezing hard. “And oh my god, you look insane in that dress! That leather is doing things.” I forced a smile, hugging her back. “Happy birthday, Char.” I handed her the gift bag. “For you.”

She croaked and I sat up suddenly, already feeling worried at her voice. "Hey cupcake," I answered, calling her the nickname I chose for her. "I'm sick. I can't make it to the basketball practice today, can you go? Please?" My heart dropped. "I know, I know you can't manage Khalil. But please, please, please go. I'll be in school tomorrow." "Tomorrow!? I should spend this whole terrifying Monday without you?" I asked, dramatically, wanting to pass out. "Geez, quit being so dramatic. I'll be fine. Oops, my mum is coming, I gotta go. Love you, bye!"

***** JAMES I'm working over the schematics for the new Haswell Offices, checking for any pitfalls, cock-ups and booby-traps before actual work starts. The weather's hot, despite the lateness of the year. I gulp water, trying to cool down a little.... My back pocket vibrates.... my mobile.... Damn! Just when I didn't want to be disturbed.... I glance at the screen. Perhaps it's someone I can ignore. Fuck....! It's Charlotte. I swallow, then trying to keep my voice level, casual.... "Charlotte! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?" "I'm fine, Master. How are you?" She sounds good; really good.

With a grimace, Patrick hissed through his clenched teeth, “Your true colors are finally showing. Yet, you said it was never about the money. Patrick scoffed, his knuckles cracking. “Too late, Skye. Didn’t you want to be Mrs. Suede? Well, you can be at peace with working your bottom off for Suede Corporation for the rest of your life.” Patrick stormed off. Looking conflicted, Arabella handed me the cake. “Uh… Happy birthday.” I squeezed a smile. “I know you’re only here for the drama, but thank you.” Once the door slid shut, the System started howling like mad. “Jesus. What did you do? He was already feeling bad about forgetting your birthday. Why did you have to ruin the moment by saying th

She just had to send it here. Me: fuck, Victoria you look so sexy. Too bad you won’t let me hit. I watched the tick double, and then turn blue. My throat tightened as I watched the three dots bounce. Her message appeared. Victoria: I’ll suck your dick if you come tonight. The heat pooling in my groin area intensified, I could literally feel my pulse in my throat. Without hesitating, or giving a fuck of how tired I might be, I sent her a text I’ll be coming back tonight. Even if there was a hurricane or tsunami, I’ll make my way to her.

"This is the day I never wished to see. A day I wished would have skipped itself. This is a nightmare under the sun." Charlotte took a silent breath. She was in her wedding gown, sitting in the back of a car with her chief bridesmaid. They were on an hour drive to the wedding reception.

Slowly the four-wheeled vehicle drove away from the mall. The strains of a mellow song broke the silence that was created. But still, drown us in silence. To be honest I hate situations like this, silent without a movement. I don't know how long I was trapped in this charade. We were silent for a long time, staring out of the window that was near each other. Occasionally I play with the phone in hand. But it does not eliminate the feeling of loneliness within. "Mr and Ma'am are lovers, right?" "No!" we answered in unison.

“Huh? What—” She read the note. Then froze. Then spun around like a cartoon character. “CHARLOTTE?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” I burst out from behind the couch, waving the sparkly sunglasses in the air. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU MENACE!” She shrieked, tackled me, and we both fell onto the carpet dramatically. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE GROUNDED FOREVER,” she yelled into my shoulder. “I was. But apparently your mom has superpowers.”

"You'll come to the wedding, right?" "Of course." "Bring a date! You never bring dates." "I'm busy with work and Charlotte." "You're always busy. When do you make time for yourself?" "My work is for myself." She gives me a look. "Work isn't everything, Chloe. Don't wake up at fifty and realize you missed your life because you were too busy proving a point." That evening, Charlotte asks again. "When is Daddy coming?" "Next week, baby. He'll be here for your birthday."