Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

Damien observed, watching Elena hold James while Catherine helped Charlotte decorate cookies that were mostly frosting and sprinkles. “This is family. It’s always a lot.” Seraphine attempted to clean up the cookie disaster while simultaneously preventing Charlotte from eating her entire body weight in frosting. “Charlotte, cookies are for sharing. Not for eating an entire batch yourself.” “But they’re MY cookies! I made them!” Charlotte’s logic was sound if problematic. “You made them to share with family. That’s what Christmas cookies are for.”

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

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.

"But it's never too late for love making." Charlotte immediately flinches, and moves a step backward, her face red as crimson. "P-Pervert!" She touches both of her cheeks, as she looks away. I chuckled, moving towards her in a slow pace, as she moved backwards at the same time. "Don't come here you pervert!!" She yelled, moving backwards. I couldn't help but to laugh at her cute demeanor. We look like those cute couples … but with a bit of a spice. Or is it really a 'bit?' A few hours went by, and the both of us went inside our room. Naturally, Charlotte was insistent that we use seperate rooms for tonight, since she sensed something very fishy towards me, but of course with the help of my c

"I don't know how. Charlotte's been busy. She hasn't helped me in a long time…" "Skip what you can't do. I'll walk you through it." I hung up, pulled on shoe covers, and went into Charlotte's villa. It seemed like they had a fun night. Clothes were torn apart right by the door. The bed upstairs was a mess. Used condoms sat in the trash. Every window was open, but the smell still clung to the air. This wasn't new to me. I stripped the bed, bagged everything on the floor, and sprayed enough perfume to cover it.