Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

“Don't tell me that you are bored already. You are the one who's always chasing me away and trying to make me go out to get a man anytime I try to spend time with you,” “You are old enough to get married, and I'm glad that you are married now. Of what use are you to me? You were cute when you were little but now that you have grown up, you are not so cute anymore.” Emily rolled her eyes in disdain, "I need a cute child from you to play with and show my friend's. Go home and seduce your husband,” Charlotte ignored her mother's last word about seducing Dalton. There was absolutely no way in hell she would do something like that. She would die of embarrassment if she had to do it.

Brian glanced at the silent TV and said, “You can turn off the TV, but you can’t silence the whole city. There’s still time, Cherry. You can back out of this wedding.” Charlotte looked towards her mother and father, who sat quietly in the kitchen and living room. Rita’s voice was gentle but serious: “Brian’s right. This is just the beginning. Who knows what mud they’ll sling at you next? It’s not easy to shut people up.” Charlotte moved over to her mother and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m stronger now. I can handle whatever comes my way.” Then, trying to lighten the mood, she smiled and asked, “By the way, what did you bake? Oh wow, cupcakes—my favorite!”

"The Deans tricked me. They manipulated everything from the very beginning. I swear to you, I'll make it up to you. I promise with everything I have." He stepped forward again determinedly, his hands clenched tightly by his sides, knuckles white. "I'll destroy them completely for what they did to you. I'll make their lives a living hell, okay? I'll burn everything they have to the ground. Just come back with me. Please, Charlie." Charlotte stared at him for a long, painful moment, her face unreadable and cold as ice. Then her expression hardened like stone, like steel. "Do whatever you want," she said flatly, her voice void of emotion. "Get your revenge. Burn the entire world if you like. Ju

"You don’t strike me as the kind of man who believes in love, so you’re definitely not waiting for a Miss Perfect to appear from the skies and steal your heart with one glance. It doesn’t matter who your wife is, so why can’t it be me? Do you hate me so much?" I know the kind of marriage we would end up having—a business arrangement with each of us minding their own business. It wouldn’t get in the way of my plans, but I would rather get entangled in a fake marriage with my annoying assistant. I entertained the thought for a while, but a few hours was all it took to realize what a horrible idea it was. The Gallos could use her against me, and that’s not even the worst possible outcome. I avo

“I didn’t even want to come, you know. But Father made it clear that wasn’t an option. Not when appearances are everything.” I offered her a small smile. “Well, at least we can get through it together.” Charlotte arched a brow, tilting her champagne flute toward me in mock salute. “Misery loves company.” Damian chuckled but then turned serious. “Have you seen them yet?” Charlotte let out another dramatic sigh. “No, but I assume they’re all gathered somewhere, discussing important matters over overpriced scotch and thinly veiled insults.” Damian sighed. “Then let’s get it over with.”

As she set to leave Charlotte's room, Lady Harper said, "I am off to the market to do some groceries shopping. Take care of yourself and Godson, alright." "Okay, Mom," Charlotte replied as she finished her tea. She cleared her cup and tray to the kitchen and washed it out. Once she was through, she went back to her room to stay with her baby as she picked up her phone to surf the internet in their pack. Charlotte went through Jack's online page and she saw videos of his gym fitness training. She admired his body and his instructions to someone fitness trainees, but her scowl deepened when she saw videos of Jack with some single shewolves in their pack.

EPILOGUE Charlotte Warner stood in front of a full length mirror on what she was feeling was going to be one of the best days of her entire life. She was officially about to become a Mrs. And boy was she nervous. “Char, if I stand on my feet for a minute longer, I’m gonna pop right here!” Her best friend, Madeline, wined, as she squeezed her hands around the bride to be’s. Charlotte looked down at the foot of her dress––or at least tried to. But it was hard to see past the massive belly protruding from her best friends mid section.

Alpha Matthew suggested with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Oh, absolutely! The attic sounds enchanting," Charlotte exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. We made our way up to the attic, carrying several boxes of fermented roses. The atmosphere up in the attic was chilly and slightly stuffy, as it was rarely used. "Quite a lot of spiders," Jamien complained. "Spiders are no worse than sneaky rats who feast on other people's money," I murmured. "Those rascally rats should be strung up and turned into meatballs for the devils," Charlotte responded.

She just watched videos online on how to made one for Felix. Felix entered the kitchen, the aroma of burnt eggs hitting him as soon as he stepped inside. He raised an eyebrow at Charlotte, who was trying to salvage the situation with a sheepish smile. "Good morning, Felix. I made breakfast for you," she said, presenting the less-than-appetizing plate. "What is this? A burnt egg?" he asked. "I just wanted to make something good for you, but I guess I can't do it. I didn't know how to-" Felix saw how Charlotte struggled to find the right words, her eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and sincerity.