Charlotte Novels & Stories

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.

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....

Elena and Sylvester must have given her something to hide her scent and block our link. "D-Damon." Damon's eyes widened as there was a connection between the mate bond. Charlotte sounded weak and tired. "Charlotte, where are you?" Damon asked quickly. The link fell silent for a second. "Un-un-underground at your old pack house." Elena. She turned around, and a wicked smile was plastered on her face. Charlotte stopped fighting the restraints and stared at her. Her mouth went dry as she looked at Elena and Sylvester. "Well done," she congratulated. Elena walked up to Charlo

Chloé's phone started to ring, but she didn't pay attention to it, because she was in the most important moment of her life. Charlotte looked like a princess, she had a unique elegance, her body despite being pregnant was very slender and also with an enviable figure, she elegantly began to approach to where her mother was with the microphone to give her words, As she approached she looked at the parking lot and saw a strange truck, she had never seen it in her life, this was white with smoked glass, but seeing so many of her relatives that she did not even know she did not give it importance and continued walking to the place when she arrived extremely excite

Charlotte would bring the bill and take my card. Charlotte McAllister was twenty-eight years old, she owned the diner and worked from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. She lived alone in a comfortable single-story house on Second Avenue SW. She was five foot four and about a hundred and twenty pounds. She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end.

“So tell me, little kitten - Is it just you and your Aunt?” Lotte nodded, her stomach doing cartwheels. “Yeah,” she heard herself responding, despite her lips having no instructions from her brain. “It is just Romy and I… She met David at the club she was working at and, I guess, the two of them hit it off.” Chris nodded, encouraging Charlotte to go on, “So you are from California? What made you want to come all the way out here?” That was a detail that Charlotte had hoped not share with any of the locals. Her gaze swept around the counter, looking for a change in topic, but Mayor Moone had other ideas.