Charlotte Making Fiends Novels & Stories

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.

I chuckled along with her. “So pizza or some hand cooked?” Elisa asked. Shrugging, I walked towards the couch Dante earlier sat on. Carefully placing myself, I leaned back on the headrest. The inflicted spanks still ached like a bitch. “If it's hand cooked, whose gonna make it? Mom, dad and uncle are gone for the night to some kind of festival. So who’ll do the honors me or you?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow at her. She gave me vicious smirk as her eyes slowly trailed towards Mattia who looked extremely constipated at the moment.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Since Faye and her friends were just staring and not answering her, Charlotte impatiently said, "Come on, anyone can come with me to the bathroom to see if I'm really menstruating or just lying." Challenged like that, one of the employees finally responded, "How disgusting! Why would you go to such lengths?" “That’s right. I think this is just a trick by Charlotte. She knows that everyone will be disgusted, so she confidently says that. No one wants to follow her to the toilet," another friend said.

He comes in for a kiss but I remove my hand from his chest to place an index finger on his lips. “Tell me,” I pressed. Raising my voice slightly. He contemplated, “The reason Charlotte was such a bitch to me was that she used witches to get the forbidden soulless potion. She claimed that she drank it at age fifteen. When she did that, it caused cracks in the mate bond and my misery. Elder Silva explains that Charlotte barely felt the mate bond while I felt most of it.” “I’m sorry, baby,” I caressed his chest and waited for the rest of the story.

She asked. "I don't know about you but Jace and I are only getting married for fame so there's no way I can love that son of a bitch. He's just so good in bed and nothing else. I'll have a lot of men to fill me up with the desire I need whenever I want." I shrugged. "You're damn crazy." She shook her head in astonishment. "I know right? Fill me in with the details of what happens? I hope that crazy Maid of his has been fired or I'll break her flimsy bones." I said sinisterly and that caused Charlotte to laugh so bad even when I was being serious.

Instead, he nodded in approval. Charlotte finally turned and left the room. When she entered the kitchen, she sent all the servants out of the room and took out a small bag of powder from her pocket. This was the libido-enhancing drug she had asked Quentin to prepare for her. There was no way Jim would still resist her after drinking this! If she managed to sleep with Jim tonight and convince Roanne to kill the wretched child…Jim would never doubt her ever again! As soon as she thought of this, Charlotte's lips curled into a sinister cackle.

I hated having to withhold the truth, but I wasn’t ready to deal with the consequences of admitting any of Vasha’s issues with them right this second. “Maybe beer isn’t her flavor. I’ll whip up some margaritas next time!” Charlotte skipped behind her fiancée, waving excitedly at me. “9 P.M is the magic number. We’ll be barbecuing out back. Be there or be square!” I didn’t bother arguing. Char’s energy was manic, and I assumed she’d already had a few before any festivities began. “Can Liza come?” I shouted after them. It might be a little more bearable if my best friend were around. I wasn’t a fan of meeting new people these days.

This hot, little slût thinking she can get whatever she wants, it really pissed me off. For the next hour, she managed to tease me whilst Charlotte was in the room. Every time Charlotte would turn away she would squeeze her tîts. Sometimes she brushed herself up against me, or she would slightly bend over, knowing I could see her. Once, I saw her bend over and her skirt nearly rode up, when I turned my head I saw Charlotte staring at me, clearly fuming. This fûcking bitch! She's ruining my life! "Ah dam," Charlotte eventually said as she was looking in the freezer, "I thought we had a dessert but we don't."