Charlotte Opening Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, in the stairwell a floor above, Charlotte was listening to them as she squatted on the stairs. After making sure that both Luna and Jim had left, she let out an exhale and gently patted her chest. Thank God. She was worried that Luna would expose her location to Jim, and she was not prepared to see Jim yet! After letting out another exhale, Charlotte got up from her kneeling position. She had just taken a few steps when the door before her was pushed open, revealing Jim's sneering face. He stared at Charlotte and said, "Long time no see."

She then bends down to retrieve her pile of books from the ground and stands up. "My name is Charlotte" I tell her and extend my hand forward as a kind gesture. She looks at me from top to bottom. I know that my gesture has taken her by surprise and she continues to look nervous. I look at her and to my surprise, she takes my hand and shakes it with a sweet smile. "Hi, my name is Adele, nice to meet you Charlotte" she says with a smile. "Are you a newcomer too?" she continues. "Yes, are you?" I ask her returning her smile.

Charlotte lingered there a moment longer, the weight of unspoken memories pressing against her chest. Charlotte pushed open the door to her cramped cabin. The clock on the wall glowed 8:00 PM. She slung her bag over one shoulder, then shrugged into her coat, buttoning it swiftly against the chill seeping through the windowpane. An hour earlier, her mother's call had come through, voice warm yet insistent over the line: "Dinner's waiting, Charlotte. Come straight home—no detours to that Carter mansion tonight." She'd agreed, already firing off a quick text to Howard: Mom's dinner. Can't make it tonight. The message whooshed away as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

And in conclusion, she is returning to San Zero today and she wants me to pick her up from the airport. “I’m not your chauffeur, be serious,” I deleted all the text messages, ignoring her harsh and lunatic words. She was literally raining curses on me for ignoring her calls all through the night. I let out a tired sigh as I placed a call to Elias. He picks up at the first ring, “Alpha?” “What is Charlotte’s schedule like?” “Her flight leaves at noon. A photo shoot with MC Jewelry Brand by 2pm, it will take about five hours. And then, she plans to have dinner at the Packhouse. That is all for today, Alpha.”

Charlotte snorted, "I have better things to do today…" "Like what?!" Grace called out, irked. "Haven't you heard? The new CEO is coming today," Charlotte chuckled, "I heard that he is still unmarried and handsome as hell. I won't miss a chance to meet him," she stated, pulling out a perfume from her purse and spraying it on her neck and wrists. "Seriously, you hope to seduce the guy with that smell, or make him vomit? Because you have more chances for the second…" Grace smirked.

He'd been in such a hurry that he hadn't noticed the front door hadn't closed properly. That night, Charlotte had gone to the door, hoping for her father's return. She'd found that the door was open, so she'd changed into her outdoor shoes and gone out to find her daddy. Charles and I watched the footage blankly. So… this was the truth. I'd been wondering how Charlotte had managed to open the front door herself. It was usually locked, and Charlotte was small. When Charles had left, he'd left the door open—the same door that had led her to her death.

"Now, you..." Oh, crap... The group of men closes in on me. BETH The door opens, and Charlotte is all but thrown inside, landing hard on the floor. She picks herself up slowly, rubbing her shoulder and hips, where they hit the concrete. Her face is swollen on one side, starting to bruise. She´s badly upset, wringing at her hands. Her rings are gone... "Those aren´t the clothes or the shoes, you were wearing before," I say. "No, they´re not." And she won´t speak after that.

he muttered, squinting at the sunlight. "Nothing except drool all over my couch," Charlotte replied dryly, crossing her arms. "But I need you to leave now. I have a very full day ahead of me." "Charlie…" he started to say, reaching toward her. But before he could get close, he was met with the low growl and bared teeth of Loki, who had parked himself between them with all the protectiveness of a dragon guarding treasure. "Tonight is the opening of the first hotel in the Country Club," Charlotte said, her tone sharp but controlled. "It's a big night for me, Blake. Don't ruin it."