Charlotte's Story Novels & Stories

Charlotte. Charlotte, the woman just been fired from Wilson Paragon, now a twisted figure of jealousy and revenge. The sight of her fills me with a bitter mix of emotions. This was her doing, her attempt to harm me out of spite. But instead of achieving her goal, she lost control and caused this catastrophe. The scene replays in my mind; her car speeding toward me, Adam's heroic leap to save me, the crash that ensued.

It was too late to do that. Captain Anna was at the front of the shack supervising the crew’s job accompanied by Charlotte. After a few minutes, the captain decided to ask a question to her companion. “Tell me, Charlotte, how did you make it to this place?” Charlotte´s mind went blank with that question. Although she had created a story on her mind to justify her knowledge about the shack, she was not sure if her captain would believe it. Still, she tried to convince her. “I am not sure, captain. I can only remember being hit on the head when our ship was attacked, and then I woke up in this shack. The owners treated my wounds and allowed me to stay with them as long as I helped them with so

The woman was being eaten alive from within her, something invisible, something that could run her off the edge if care wasn't taken. She wished there was something she could do at that moment to help. "But there is!” her mind whispered to her as she shook her head. No way, she was going there. Charlotte had graduated from the local college that was three towns away as a psychologist, but she had only practiced for a year before coming back to buy out her shop from the old Mrs. Betty. Going to school to become a therapist had been her mother’s dream, a dream she wanted for herself but couldn't achieve because growing up poor hadn't allowed it, so she had pushed into the study, her only daugh

I don't want to speak, don't want to lie to my brother. But if I admit the truth... He repeats. "I'm right, aren't I?" I inhale, then exhale. "Yes, you're right. Mitch was very young; very sheltered and inexperienced. And yes, she had to feed herself, pay rent and all the other things that the rest of us have to do." Ben snorts. "So, Charlotte's mother was a prostitute too." "What d'you mean... too? Are you trying to imply Charlotte is a prostitute?"

Third point of view... Charity seems to be torn apart when she finds out that she is pregnant. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't contact Leo anymore. She hid the pregnancy test she was holding and then she left the bathroom. She came out of her room and saw her aunt Olivia sitting on the sofa. "Oh, Charity, don't you feel good?" Her aunt Olivia asked her worriedly. She just shook her head at her aunt and then sat in front of her.

“You don’t know anything about my life. You never cared. You married a rich man and lived in the lap of luxury while I struggled. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been for me? All these years?” “I don’t understand,” I said, shaking my head. “You run a company. You’re successful.” She laughed then, a high-pitched cackle. “Oh come off it. What company, Julia? Did you honestly never question what I did for a living? The details have always been so incredibly vague. You really thought I was some successful business woman? Of what company?’ Her words caused me to pause. It was true. Charlotte had always been very vague about what she actually did for a living. But she’d always given off the air

" The guards went back inside. No one looked at her again. Charlotte stood there, frozen, two sets of memories pulling at her. In one, she was the Collins family's golden child and a Wexford graduate, admired and untouchable. In the other, she was a high school dropout with a ruined leg, kneeling in front of a man she had used, begging him to help her. The more she tried to make sense of it, the worse it got. Her head pounded. By the time she made it home, the Collins villa was gone. In its place was a small, plain two-bedroom. Her mom was in the kitchen cooking. Her dad stood on the balcony, smoking as he made quiet calls, trying to borrow money.

"I'm the only one who knows who you really are. You're even richer than that snob, Charlotte." I remembered Charlotte. The bully girl in high school. Her father owned a dairy factory, and she always told everyone that he imported milk worldwide. Charlotte, the redhead, always dressed up like a witch and maintained her sexy gothic style. She became Stev's personal prostitute, who was the head of the basketball team. Well, maybe Charlotte thinks they are lovers, but Steve always tells her what they are doing behind her back. Everyone at school knew Charlotte's game, and about the first time, she lost her virginity.

Charlotte was lying on her bed in the room when she heard the door slide open. She had heard the noise earlier but was uninterested in finding out who it was. As she turned on her bed and looked at the door, she saw Teddy walk into her room, followed by his mother. "Ma," Charlotte immediately rose from the bed, thinking that Teddy had brought his mother to talk to her. She bowed her head and greeted Lady Sandra. "Charlotte, how are you doing?" Lady Sandra walked ahead to meet Charlotte. She pitied her after hearing that the young woman had lost her first pregnancy after years of childlessness.

Charlotte was the one behind the incident that night. Charlotte was Damon's girlfriend a few years ago. She naturally did not know about these things, but Miss Joanna was very careful. She had also investigated Charlotte's background. Five years ago, Charlotte made her debut as a model. Three years ago, Damon took a fancy to her and they dated for about a month. Charlotte became popular because of Damon. But a year ago, because Charlotte was involved in something bad, the company dropped her. Charlotte tried looking for Damon after the incident, but she failed.