Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

Dionne turned and left her and went back to the hall very angry. Charlotte was in tears, but she was not ready to change her decision. To her, her decision has come to stay. Who will convince her? She was ready to put her desire in between herself and her parents on the account of marrying a total stranger. "Do you want to let your parents down?" A voice hit her from behind. She knew that voice. It was no other person than her beloved aunty whose name was Stella. Charlotte turned and when she saw her, she wept the more. This time, in a well intense manner. She knew she could lean on Stella's shoulders.

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.”

Damon whispered. Charlotte was shivering violently in Damon's arms. Damon was terrified seeing his mate like this. He didn't know what the black magic has done to Charlotte. They hear her mumbling about things she is seeing and Damon knows it was the black magic showing her things that make her afraid. Damon could only listen to her mumbling trying to put the pieces together as to what she was saying. Damon felt like losing his mind as he can do nothing to help his mate. It felt like he was losing her with each second she is unconscious. He feels guilty for not knowing she has left the bed and house. He should have known she was gone!

The girl who thought she could stand near Isaac McCall without consequences. Second period was chemistry. The lab smelled of old experiments and disinfectant. I partnered with Kate as always. We measured liquids and recorded numbers while the rest of the class pretended to work. Halfway through the period the door opened and a prefect handed a folded note to the teacher. The teacher read it, then looked straight at me. Charlotte. You are needed in the headmaster’s office. A soft ripple moved through the room. Kate’s eyes widened. I wiped my hands on a paper towel, collected my bag, and followed the prefect out.

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. ***