Charlotte La Bouff Novels & Stories

she teased as he handed over cash for yet another item. “Good” he replied simply, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. “You deserve to be spoiled” They stopped at a street-food stall near the edge of the square… brightly colored umbrellas strung with beautiful lights, plastic tables and chairs scattered around a sizzling grill. Charlotte insisted on street food; she wanted the real experience. They ordered poutine loaded with cheese curds and gravy, crispy fish tacos topped with mango salsa, and two cold bottles of local craft beer. They sat close on a shared bench, their thighs touching, shoulders brushing, feeding each other bites between laughter and stolen kisses

"I'm the only one who knows who you really are. You're even richer than that snob, Charlotte." I remembered Charlotte. The bully girl in high school. Her father owned a dairy factory, and she always told everyone that he imported milk worldwide. Charlotte, the redhead, always dressed up like a witch and maintained her sexy gothic style. She became Stev's personal prostitute, who was the head of the basketball team. Well, maybe Charlotte thinks they are lovers, but Steve always tells her what they are doing behind her back. Everyone at school knew Charlotte's game, and about the first time, she lost her virginity.

I asked, but Max answered instead "This is Charlotte" Charlotte huh, she was different from the other waitress who took our orders, Vanessa. I think she always flirted with us and opened her cleavage so much that once I'm sure she wanted to shove it on my face, I felt disgusted by her actions. I observe her for a moment, she was so different from Vanessa, her hair was put in a ponytail and she had minimal makeup, she was covered, with no cleavage at all, even at that her curves stood out, she was different from the other waitresses I've watched around here, she was so professional, she didn't flirt like the rest of them did, I took notice of how she did most of the job here, I called out to

"I want the best PR you have here," Charlotte walked into Saint Tropez, the most famous bar in Arcadia City. Here, there are outstanding male PRs. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her beautiful figure. With her unique makeup, she looked like a rose in the dark night. The male in pub couldn't help but stare at her. About ten minutes ago... "Charlotte, you finally figured it out," Charlotte's good friend Isabella said next to her. "Lott, if you dare to flirt with that handsome guy in front, I'll give you this month's allowance."

She moved closer towards her friend as they made their way to the counter to give their order. "Good morning." The beautiful burnet behind the desk politely smiled at them as she tapped a few times on the screen, Amara was the first to answer since she usually came here. "I'll have a Pumpkin Spice Latte, please." She spoke as she fisted her wallet from her bag. Charlotte had never drunk Starbucks coffee she thought the price was way to fucking high, but for this one time she was okay with it. But right now she was confused out of her mind, did it mean that there was pumpkin in the coffee?

Embarrassed at, again, accepting gifts from strangers, Charlotte takes the coffee but doesn't touch the waffles until Barbara pushes a fork into her hand. "Look, kid, you're broke. You're doing your best to get out of it. I get that. Been there. Done that. Read the book. Seen the movie. Got the tee-shirt. Now eat. When you're the City's leading courtesan, you can buy me lunch one day." She waits until Charlotte has eaten a couple of bites then, "Okay, I've been talking to some people for you. The general agreement is that the best way for you to raise the most is by auction."

Charlotte laughed because it wasn't Lucifer's job to lock the motor lightly. He walks around and here he follows the look of the photo spreading on social media. Charlotte looked on until she found Lucy with three people. A woman and two men with their backs turned. From not far away. Charlotte was shocked to see the SIDE FEATURE of the woman laughing and holding Buko Juice. It was as if Charlotte's world had stopped. Spontaneously his feet walked closer to where it was. Lucifer was surprised to see Charlotte approaching Ely. So was the young woman unconsciously staring at Charlotte. Moments later, he suddenly kissed Ely. "Charlotte!" Lucifer exclaimed. He pulled away from her hug with ELY,

Filling each glass halfway with water, I asked, "Are you feeling hungry? I could send out for room service?" Charlotte tossed back her bourbon with all the care one would show straight water. She wasn't missing out on much since it was of a lower quality than I usually bought. I hadn't stocked the wetbar here myself, after all, and werewolf constitution made liquor virtually worthless to us unless it was of a high quality or abnormal strength or potency. "Unless room service is delivering you out of your clothes? There's nothing they have I need." I smiled wider at her, draining my own bourbon glass with a mock toast. I could use more people with Char's candor in my life. Everything would be

And I really feel like celebrating. I can't keep the grin from my face. Reaching into the ice bucket, I fish out the bottle. "It's a bit early for champagne, but I thought buck's fizz would go down nicely." And it does, citrus and bubbles complementing cereals, devilled kidneys and laughter. Everything I ever wanted.... When even Charlotte's furnaces have been stocked with enough fruit, eggs and extra toast to halt an army.... How does she eat like that and never put on an ounce?