Charlotte Sullivan Wynonna Earp Novels & Stories

Annie shifted in my arms, still confused and frightened by everything happening around her. “My name is Jolene,” the woman began, her voice shaking uncontrollably. “Charlotte and I…we have history. Ancient history that goes back years.” “Where is Charlotte?” I demanded, cutting straight to the heart of the matter. “The real Charlotte. What did you do to her?” Jolene’s face crumpled completely. “She’s dead,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “Charlotte is dead.” Burning rage exploded through my chest. Annie made a small, wounded sound against my shoulder, and I felt her little body go rigid with shock.

The efficiency of Ten Thousand Armies’ investigation was very high. After just one night, they had roughly mapped out the entire story. Porter then called Charlie and reported in detail, “Mr. Wade, according to my subordinates’ investigation, the Oskian woman who had been getting close to your mother-in-law in the Oskian Rampage Team in Providence is not called Lucy Cardy. Her real name is actually Martha Yorker.” “Martha Yorker?” Charlie frowned and asked, “What is Martha Yorker’s origin?”

And then, from the shadows behind a half-empty bookshelf, a voice: “You came.” A woman stepped forward. Late thirties, wiry, eyes sharp behind old glasses. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. “I’m Charlotte Avery. Independent investigative journalist. Or I was, until Vivian destroyed my reputation five years ago.” I tilted my head. “Go on.”

“Ms. Sullivan, we didn’t properly greet each other last time. I’m Charlotte from Honeywell. The man beside me is the CEO of Fergerson Corporation. I believe no introduction is necessary?” Penny adjusted her mask, her hat pulled down so much that not even her eyebrows were visible. Winona beside her stood up and offered a polite smile. “Ms. Sullivan has a cold today, and her throat isn’t feeling too comfortable. We wouldn’t want to pass it to both of you.” A look of disdain flashed in Charlotte’s eyes. “How are you always sick?” Caleb’s eyes briefly pictured that face, which always seemed frail. A hint of annoyance passed his features, and he turned to leave. Charlotte, however, held him back

“The witness reports mention a woman repeatedly.” Charlotte frowned slightly. “What woman?” The assistant opened one of the files quickly. “A possible witness Mallory Allison kept referencing during questioning.” Charlotte’s stomach tightened slightly without understanding why. “What’s her name?” The assistant looked down at the report. “Zena Hayes.” Everything inside Charlotte froze instantly. Her face lost color. Because she knew that name. Not from the investigation. Not from the news. Because Zena was her sister, and she was supposed to be in school. Charlotte slowly stood up from her chair. “...Zena?”

He just smiled and pulled Natalie closer. “Let’s go inside.” Charlotte stomped her feet angrily. She had thought this was her opportunity to embarrass her. Why is she always so lucky? She wanted to take everything away from her and make her feel the pain she went through. But somehow she just keeps getting better. How did someone like her even know such a famous artist like Noah? Not only Noah, she even hooked up with a fucking famous model. The Jason Vallister. Liam just stood there, staring after the two retreating figures—his hands clenched. “Let’s go in”.

Back then, after she’d murdered Bryson, not only had she escaped retribution, but because of the various opportunities sent her way, she had gotten to marry the prince charming of her dreams, Zenios. However, Jackson had retaliated on her wedding day, and she had entered a coma that had lasted four years. She was overjoyed to learn that although four years had passed, she was still Zenios’s wife now that she’d woken up. However, she’d panicked upon hearing that Charlotte was still alive and had successfully exposed Lorraine. ‘Although Charlotte has always been the number one socialite who’s shy and innocent in the eyes of the public, she isn’t shy at all deep down. On the contrary, she’s an

Shoot, for all she knew, he was happily married and had three kids, not that she cared. What she needed to be thinking about was getting Wiley and herself back home where men were manageable and the local police force didn’t look like the cast of Howling III. They needed a plan. *** Keilor shook his head as Knightin’s recording finished late that afternoon. “I think we can conclude that she’s cagey, disrespectful, and definitely up to no good.” Jayems gave him a thoughtful look from where he sat, arms crossed, on the edge of his desk. He slanted a look at Knightin. “How did the charmer affect you?”

I knew I had no right to show my face here but I just wanted to check on her. Sighing,I knocked on the door. Felicia opened up. “Hello,Felicia.”I began. “Hello,Ben.”She replied and hugged me. She was still so nice to me after everything. “I…I just wanted to check in on you two.I…em…” “This isn’t a good time,Ben.” “Who’s that?Is it him?!”I heard Joan yelled as she came out of the house. “You bastard!I just had the time to go through the news and just what did I see?!Charlotte Watson is a ruthless killer and Maliyah was one of her victims?!”

, Lucille prods, her eyes darkening in the dim light from the lamp on her table. Still unable to look the other woman in the eye, Charlotte answers softly, "My.....lips and face.....neck........and my chest........on my........", her face is burning and she stops, too embarrassed to continue. "Please continue Charlotte, I can't help you if you don't tell me everything. You need to tell me everything", the nun patiently encourages her. Feeling at ease now with Lucille's gentle and soothing words, Charlotte opens up and confides in the older woman.