Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

"Fine. If you won't call me back, I'll just post about it. Let everyone know what kind of person you really are. Your choice." My stomach drops. I open I*******m. Brandon posted twenty minutes ago. It's a photo of me. From college. Drunk at a party. Sitting in some random guy's lap. The caption makes me sick. **Since everyone's asking about my "crazy ex" Sloane - here's the truth. She cheated on me repeatedly. This is her with one of the guys. I forgave her every time because I loved her. But she was manipulative, unstable, and honestly dangerous. I hope she gets the help she needs. And I hope @lennoncross knows what he's gotten himself into. #TruthHurts #ToxicEx**

I made a deal with the Devil. My soul, in exchange for seven days on earth after I died. The eleventh hour after my death happened to fall on our third wedding anniversary. The moment I walked through the door, he had just come home from another woman's place. He had an anniversary gift waiting for me. A set of sapphires. But the card tucked beside them bore another woman's name. I spotted a pale lavender hair tie in his hand. Once, I would have fought him over a hair tie like that, all the way from the front hall to the study. This time, I said nothing. It was him who froze instead, staring at me like I was a stranger. "You didn't used to be like this. I almost miss the way you used

LYDIA’S P.O.V. “Turn off the sun,” I groaned, rolling to the side and up against a warm body. It was smaller than I would have liked, and way too feminine for my liking. “Jesus! Do you have a bullhorn or something?” Charlotte said, and I cracked one eye open to see her sprawled out on top of the blanket. The smell of death wafting from her made me cringe, and I shoved my face into the pillow before realizing the smell was my own breath.

I asked rhetorically, gripping the steering of my car more tightly than was needed. “Mother is going to be surprised on that day, I know. Charlotte came here to boast about Josh loving her and spoiling her. That's why she bought all those expensive chocolates, cookies and candies. And that expensive wine she gave mom. All of that was to make it seem as though everything was going great with her and Josh. Then she had to send Kelcie. That innocent little girl that doesn't even know her father. She had to use her for her stupid plot. To trick mother. And now mother is acting strange to me”, I thought. The thought of this infuriated me. Mother has never been mad at me. Never! Not once in my lif

He found the men she was with familiar but still couldn’t place where he had seen them. “You keep throwing yourself at different men,” Milton said loudly enough for Charlotte to hear. “I see your new job is seducing men, and I bet he has a fiancée or is probably married.” Charlotte ignored him and turned her gaze back to the granny. Finn had a frown on his face—he had never liked Milton and didn’t hide it. “We’d like some steamed buns and all the usual stuff I like,” Charlotte said before raising her head to look at Connor. “What would you like? The menu is right there.”

Sebastian commented. “Maniac? I’m not a maniac?!” Charlotte exclaimed. “What normal woman enjoys watching horror movies? I mean women like you like watching romance movies?” Charlotte barfed at the words ‘romance movies.’ “Eww, romance movies are so cringey. It basically has the same storyline unlike horror movies when you don’t know what comes next.” “You’re a sick psycho and you don’t even know it,” Sebastian said and flicked her forehead lightly. “Oh well, this sick psycho is your wife and you're stuck with her for eleven months; so you better get used to it,'' Charlotte retorted.

She eventually did, and she only gave him a small sad smile. “I'm sorry too, for lashing out. This isn't really your fault. Its not like you asked and I said no". Charlotte replied. I restrained from rolling my eyes and mock gagging. Generally i found mushy love a little annoying, considering that my own love life was shot to hell. But they were cute. there was no denying that. I glanced back at the car following us. "i dont know about you guys, but I find this really creepy". Charlotte turned in her seat to look at the car. “Don‘t worry", She said with an unexpectedly bright grin. "Just imagine we're going to see a great Queen, and that is our escort. Provided by her, of course".

"Yeah, silly. Friends help each other. We don't need honor or pacts or deals." Charlotte stood frozen as though I'd suggested something she'd never heard of before. "Friends." She breathed the word before smiling, almost shy. "We'll try it." I had the weirdest life. ***

"You're going to pay for that!" "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a female voice suddenly asked, repeating Curly's words. "Hell, yeah!" the other tall, thin young man yelled. "You wanna party, too?" I looked up and Charlotte was standing in the alley, wearing a long red coat that stretched down to her calves and black high heels with matching stockings. Her dark hair was pulled back into a severe bun and her makeup was impeccable. "Yeah, but something tells me that you wouldn't like the way I party," she said, when suddenly two huge males-not vampires but clearly not human-stepped from around the corner of the building, towering over Curly and his friend.

Franklinjones: She ate the fucking fridge. Kate: Guys, stop being rude. She’s beautiful and he chose her. Your comments won’t change anything. And for the ladies crying under my comment—he loves his woman chubby. Y’all mad he ain’t your man. Edited. DirtyDiana: So his song “Charlotte” was about an ugly fat bitch? To think I was his fan. Suddenly my phone rang,startling me. I ignored it. Whatever she was calling for would be about the party mess. She kept calling. And calling.