Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

Everyone knows me as a gentle and calm wife. On our wedding night, my husband, Julian Chapman, sleeps with another woman. I tell myself that it's part of being married and that I should be understanding. He blows through the 30,000 dollars I brought into the marriage. I kept my silence. Then, he brings home one mistress after another. I pour them drinks myself. When his gambling debts finally catch up with him, he sells me to a brothel without a second thought. "This is my wife. She's quiet, obedient, and easy to deal with. Take her instead. Do whatever you want with her." I laugh. He has no idea that I had a reputation before I ever married him. They called me the Queen of Hell. I ha

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.

I slumped, gulping back the saliva threatening to spill out of my mouth. “Well, how about we go on a vacation?” “A vacation? Angel, I don’t have much money on me, and you know how well I’m trying to save up.” “Well, my darling sister, it’s completely free, Charlotte. I got a free raffle, and I won four tickets to the London Festival. All-expense-paid trip, with free rooms, free food, and free towels.” “I’ve been keeping it a secret till I saw who I was going to go with — and this is the perfect timing.”

“You have an excuse for everything, don’t you?” “Most of the time,” I agree pleasantly. “I also didn’t realize you could get drunk off the stuff humans make.” “Defective, remember?” Charlotte rolls her eyes, then turns on the coffee machine. “I get drunk quickly, but it’s not like my metabolism is as slow as a human’s. I sober up pretty fast. An hour or so. It’s weird. I’ve only ever tried beer, and I didn’t like it. Based on that experience, I thought all alcoholic drinks tasted like pee.”

“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.

"I firmly believe that no one will stay bad forever. Besides, Charlotte was just a homewrecker. It's not like she's a criminal." "You can't mix those things together. They're two separate things." "Kid, are you going to do a live stream or not? If you don't, I'll have to send this Grand Gift to someone else." "Have you found his location? I am geared up and ready to go." "Charlotte's done many terrible things. She copied Madam and was a relationship advice livestreamer for a while, but she led someone into getting pregnant before marriage… Isn't that just leading young women astray? If youths learn to have morals like hers, they'll ruin their lives."

Getting off the bed, Charlotte feels hunger coursing through her, like she hasn't eaten since yesterday and quickly heads to the kitchen. By the time she reaches the kitchen, her stomach is cramping and she's dizzy with hunger. She quickly checks the fridge and finds some leftover fried chicken and potato salad, which she devours while standing in front of the fridge. Still hungry, she continues rummaging through the fridge until she finds some cake. She eats most of the cake, washing it down with some milk, which she chugs straight out of the bottle. Her stomach has stopped growling and the dizziness has gone but she still feels like she wants something more. She looks around the kitchen, s

Charlotte said. “Enough about work,” Charlie said and then pulled Charlotte by her waist and said using a husky voice, “Why don’t we take a break, if you know what I mean?” Charlie’s hand slowly traced Charlotte’s cleavage, making Charlotte smile. “You naughty beast,” Charlotte giggled. “I have a baby bump. You think that we could do it?” “Try me,” Charlie’s hand made its way inside Charlotte’s skirt, sliding two fingers inside her panties and started thrusting her hard and fast, which made Charlotte squirm and moan seductively in pleasure, making her panties wet and never wanting Charlie to stop.

Charlotte said slowly and gave him her best smile. Charlotte couldn't believe the words that had just left her lips. If it had been any of her other works, she wouldn't have believed that she would consider signing up with an agency. After talking with one of Lord Hunt's servants and understanding a little more about his habits, it sounded like if she truly wanted to get his story, this was going to be the only way to do it. But as she waited for Mr. Mosey to gather the paperwork, she couldn't help but think to herself, was she really prepared for what it meant to be a vampire's servant?

Pulling out my phone, I found Charlotte’s thread. Me: Hey beautiful, you still up? Charlotte: Yeah, there is a documentary on the Titanic. Me: How’s interesting. Did you do anything fun today? Charlotte: Used the sketch pad and paints. Nothing really to do here but watch T.V. Work out and draw. Me: Hopefully you don’t have to stay there much longer. I’ll check with the guys and see where we are at. Charlotte: That would be great.