Charlotte Romane & Geschichten

Liam's text: [I'm taking longer than expected. There were problems with the renovation plans for the next tower. Are you okay with going ahead of me?] Charlotte read Liam's message. She replied: [It's okay. Chadwick will walk me to the restaurant. Don't take too long. I love you.] Her heart fluttered, seeing his immediate reply. She read: [I'm crazy about you.] She checked herself in the mirror inside their suite, studying her red dress. Charlotte did not know why, but she was loving red clothes lately. After ensuring she looked stunning, she stepped outside where Chadwick was waiting.

Charlotte sighed, braced herself, and knocked at the gate entrance to Chief Henry Robert's home. The security guard pulled the gate open and peered at her. "Luna, who are you here to see?" he inquired, surprised to see Charlotte. Charlotte frowned slightly, knowing it would be hard for the pack members to stop calling her Luna. "I am here to see Anne. Is she around?" Charlotte asked, to which the security guard replied, "Yes. Is she expecting you? Let me inform her you're here. Come in, Luna." He opened the gate, and Charlotte walked

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 el

Catherine still doesn’t know how to react to Chester if she should go along with his joke or be irritated. Catherine watched him leave and she saw a man standing outside the dance hall which Chester greeted with a bro hug but she couldn’t see his face and she didn’t know why she felt like that guy was familiar to her but she shrugged it off since she’s been encountering a lot of guys and they could be one of them.

Hamilton. Chateau Ella was Atlanta's most prestigious country club, and Charlotte only remained a member because she was still single and she was included in her mother's legacy membership. She wasn't a fan of the place: everyone who was anyone in Atlanta went there to play tennis, golf, or gossip in the tea room. But she knew what a privilege it was to be able to use its facilities for free, so she did play tennis every once in a while.

Green. So familiar... ... follow him, then return to me. "Um, this is Michael... my husband... Mom..." Charlotte whispers the final word and Mitch shudders a breath. "Come in," she says. "You'd better come inside." She motions across to me. "Your friend too." I stride across, hand offered. "James Alexanders. I'm a family friend. And I am delighted to meet you at last." *****

Michael Blessingmoors? That place? Charlotte is white. "That's the one," she says through a mouthful of food. Clutching her wineglass, she knocks back the contents. Ross appears behind her, bottle poised and clearly listening to the exchange, cocking his eye at Haswell. Richard, almost surreptitiously, nods and Ross refills her glass. She sits, gripping the glass in one hand. I slip my hand over the other. She's cold.... More than that, clammy....