Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

“I was starting to think you two died in the woods and left me here in this linoleum tomb.” I laugh, and it feels like something cracking open in my chest. “Close. I nearly stabbed him with a marshmallow skewer.” Damian adds with a straight face, “She wouldn’t share her mug. Called it her ‘mountain goddess cup.’ Said I wasn’t pure enough.” Chris gasps, scandalized. “My God. The betrayal. You found peace and left me here with bad pudding and an old man across the hall who snores like a lawnmower.”

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.

"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." "What? Did that actually happen? I'm going to search for it and see." "Then I really can't defend her."

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

There were ups and there were downs, but we had each other. And as I said, Charlotte did try to pull some stunt, that too on Kat’s first birthday. She cornered me, while I was feeding Kat. I don’t have a choice but to listen to her rant. This time she went too far when she included Kat in her choice of words. Unbeknownst to her, Raphael was listening from behind her. And I never let her know of his presence. Why would I? When I was getting a thrill from seeing Raphael’s face when he finally learned about his ‘sister’. After that, let’s just say, aunty Charlotte went for a Long vacation from where she never returned. ‘I’m sorry Erica. I should have trusted you. When did she become this ugly?

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?

Asked the werewolf. “Yeah, I'm better than I could have imagined.Thanks to you.” She said with a slight smile. “Well, that's good. I think it's high time we formally make introductions, don't you think?” “Oooh yeah, I'm Charlotte Fried” She said with a polite smile. “Call me Daniel.” “Now Charlotte, listen, there's something really important you need to know. Do you remember what happened with you back inside?”