Charlotte La Bouff Novels & Stories

“I think that would be perfect, ill have to find something to wear for the occasion. Charlotte had done plenty of shopping whilst she was onshore visiting the different places. She had seen a beautiful floor length dress in one of the shops, she didn’t buy it at the time but she made a note to visit there on their way back to Bellagio. Stood in the little boutique, twirling around in the mirror Charlotte new this dress was perfect. The white floaty material that wrapped gently, hugging her figure perfectly all the way to the floor, the small purple and blue flowers brought out the colour in her eyes and the wonderful olive tan she been working on. “I love it!” Charlotte said to the girl behi

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?

“If I faint, take pictures.” “No.” “Yes. Think of the vibe” “No, Charlotte.” We walked into the kitchen. Charlotte immediately opened the fridge, frowned, and dramatically whispered, “Why is everything here so normal?” I stared at her. “It’s a fridge. What were you expecting? Fireworks?” She ignored me, pulling out eggs, bread, butter, juice, and something that looked suspiciously like leftover pizza. “We’re making French toast,” she declared. “You can’t even make normal toast.” “But French toast is aesthetic. Aesthetic foods taste better.”

Fay says excitedly. Mary Lou’s eyes light up. “Really? That’s fantastic!” Fay nods, her smile widening. “Absolutely. Now, I need you to take this tray of smoked salmon canapés to Charlotte and her friends. They’re in the pavilion.” Mary Lou takes the tray from Fay, balancing it carefully. Yes, the smoked salmon canapés look delectable, each bite-sized piece artfully arranged with a sprig of dill and a dollop of crème fraîche but Mary Lou cannot imagine that anyone eats any of these meals for the satisfaction of fullness.

“We deal in food business and winery, but trust me, I have enough money to finance your company. Please don’t hesitate to ask anything from me.” Charlotte smiled inwardly at his puny offer. “Like I have only one branch in America.” She brought out that smile and adorned it on her face. Allen’s eyes sparkled in admiration. “Your smile is deadly. Did anyone tell you that you are an enchantress?” His lust-filled gaze observed Charlotte’s figure hungrily, she was looking gorgeous in a pink sleeveless evening gown. Sensing his interest, Charlotte trailed her fingers on his neck and readjusted the spaghetti strips on her shoulders.

“She’s recording the entire conversation from her phone. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m going back inside now. Okay?” “Okay, be careful.” She said before hanging up. I turn to go back inside and as I enter the restaurant, I can see Charlotte is angered and has a knife. I decide to watch her actions as Julia seemed completely calm and in control of the situation. I listen closely to their conversation. “You think Leo will make an honest woman out of you? You’re just French whore in a nice dress. I’m sure you laid on your back plenty of nights to afford it.” She seethes as her grip remains firmly on the knife.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."

“Stand up and exercise your dead butt, and while you’re at it, go to the kitchen and get more chips.” Charlotte gave her a look. Kate rolled her eyes and pushed her. “Go. I’ll pause the show,” she assured her. “Ugh, okay,” Charlotte said resignedly as she stood up with the empty plate of chips. “I’ll be sure to keep my butt issues to myself from now onwards.” Just like her sister, Charlotte was obsessed with chips. Ever since she left Xavier, chips had become her comfort food, which was why on her first day out of the house to do grocery shopping, she had purchased an entire truckload of different brands of chips.

Charlotte hissed sharply. "Ugh! Mommy, don't be cruel to me. If you cut off my big sausage, what will you enjoy?" "I could enjoy another sausage—" "Don't even try, Charlotte!" Leonel hissed distastefully. "Look at you, Leon, you're still possessive." "I'll continue to be like this to you until I die! You see, if you dare to even glance at other men's sausages, I won't hesitate to skin and burn them!"

She laughed so hard and said, "Whatever. I don't care. Cheaters and mistresses must not win!" "That's the spirit," Charlotte remarked before drinking her wine. Her phone buzzed, and she saw how Liam had texted: [ Enjoying your dinner? That's fine. I had dinner with your grandfather and Mister Duran at his mansion. I enjoyed their company and wise words. End your girl talk with Miss De Ville. It's time for dessert] 'Dessert? Dessert!' Realizing what Liam meant, Charlotte spat out her wine. She choked and had a cough several times.