Charlotte Marathon Elevation Gain Novels & Stories

Thus, she did not bother tying her up. That gave Nissa the chance she needed. She smashed a window with a brick, climbed through, and ran down the mountain slope as fast as she could. The noise alerted Charlotte, who cursed loudly and took off after her with the stick in hand. The slope was steep, and Nissa, now pregnant, was already exhausted. It did not take long for Charlotte to catch up. This time, Charlotte was out for blood. She swung the stick hard, striking Nissa with vicious force.

But after being tossed several times, she wasn’t afraid anymore but started to enjoy it because she knew that uncle Rascal would never drop her! After having fun, Charlotte eyed a big fat and red grape that hung the highest. She started to drool. “Uncle, over there!” Unfortunately, it hung too high up; it was still out of reach despite Mark lifting her as high as he could; there was still a huge distance between them. She became discouraged, but when she looked at her mommy, her eyes glittered. She couldn’t reach it because she was too short, but Mommy was tall. Mommy could reach it.

“remember Charlotte, don’t ever underestimate your speed, you’re faster than most people” She runs toward him with all she has, Jeremy tries to slide only, it wasn’t what she was aiming at, charlotte jumps as high as she can and with her left leg she touches a tree for support and taking three twirls in the air she uses her left leg and as fast as she can, she hits him hard on his neck with her right leg. He falls with a thud on the ground his hand blocks his forehead from coming in direct contact with the ground. Charlotte smiles and with a no grace at all walks toward a tree.

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.

The race was a speed competition, with a prize of 500,000 for the first place, 300,000 for the second place, and 100,000 for the third place. Charlotte's old rivals, Charlotte on both sides, seemed to have planned it halfway. They took the lead from the beginning and pushed Charlotte to the back. Charlotte was able to win so many first places, it wasn't just talk. This little trick didn't faze her at all. She spotted the opportunity and took advantage of the marked path, easily overtaking from the right.

Charlotte pursed her lips. Garrison had been the pride of their high school in the past. Not only had he been an untouchable valedictorian, but he had also been the gym teacher’s pride and joy and had broken a few long-distance running records. It’s no wonder Jameson had asked her to come along. Garrison, the champion runner, was now so sick that he couldn’t even walk! “Stop pushing yourself. Come on.” Charlotte had arrived by his side and reached out her hand to him.

Till now, she doesn't even know what he meant by that. Charlotte was sipping her bourbon during winter and looking out the window, while the dry logs crackled in the fireplace. She had clocked twenty-three and was ready to let out her anger. She was ready to work for her father, instead of sulking all night long about how miserable her life was. Cadmus had called her and made her understand that they were both alive because of him and that what he wants in return is to destroy Forester.

Charlotte looked down at the infant still wrapped in swaddling clothes, eyes full of helplessness and grim resolve. She climbed the stairwell up to the rooftop. Mariott’s rooftop—ten stories high—belonged to the Chancer Corporation, so she had the key. Standing at the edge of the rooftop, she stared out over the city. Then, with trembling feet, she stepped onto the narrow ledge. And slowly, she closed her eyes.

Charlotte replied after heaving a sigh. “Oh,” he exclaimed in surprise. “So baby, please don’t ask me questions. Mommy needs to concentrate on the road,” Charlotte said before he could another question. “Okay,” he agreed and turned to the side of the window. Charlotte drove the car to the stadium where the match is going to be held. She’s too happy to see Jaxson’s fight after a long time and it’s the finale of the tournament. Jaxson wanted her to stay at home because he thought it’s not good to see him knocking down the players when she’s pregnant since the doctor told her to be safe for the first four-month. But Charlotte couldn’t resist her urge so she begged Jaxson that she wants to come

"James had to do something else. We've come to get you out of here." A contraction ripples over Charlotte's belly. She tries to suppress the groan, then breaks into a hacking cough. I gesture Klempner over. "Hold her upright, would you. Support her for a moment." He grunts, taking her from my arms, supporting her against himself. Charlotte's expression is non-committal as I unpack the bubble-wrap from my pack then, choosing a dry area, well off the reeking drain, unroll it to the floor. "It's not luxury accommodation Babe, but it gets you off the ground." A blanket over the plastic and she should be relatively comfortable...