Novel & Cerita Charlotte Sullivan Wynonna Earp

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

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.

She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end. She had light blue eyes with dark brown hair, and a smile for every person she encountered. She believed that the world was filled with people only trying to survive and that they were generally good. Her real name though was Charlotte Douglas and she had moved around quite a few times from Elko, Nevada before settling in Epworth almost five years ago. She had changed her name and worked at the diner for four years before buying it from Mr. Carlson who finally decided to retire at the age of seventy.

The only way to be safe is to tell everything. She told the detective about how the threatener tried to kill Caleb at Ruby’s funeral. Then how he tried to kill her boyfriend, Jason. She showed all the messages they got from Ruby’s number (which is the Mysterious wickedman). She even revealed about the hoodie bitch who almost killed Charlotte on Daniel’s birthday on the cruise. At least, she revealed about the day when they all went to Sookie’s Masquerade party. She mentioned Bill and all the chaos Tiffany and Wes caused them. The detective was listening like she’s watching a thriller movie. All the proof was a little bit enough to believe them. Charlotte left for one part. Ruby is the hoodie

"Did you know she had a failed theater career in Blue Creek? Or that she sent a man to jail? She's one of those radical, troublemaking women who hate men and want to see them fail." Mary Lou's face flushed with shock and anger. "That's not true!" she protested, her voice trembling. "You don't know anything about me!" Charlotte sneered. "Oh, but I do. I hired a private investigator. I know all about your sordid past." Aaron stepped forward, his eyes filled with concern. "Charlotte, that's enough. This isn't right." Charlotte turned to him, her expression hardening. "You need to know who you're associating with, Aaron. She's trouble."

“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

Even though he had already found out about Charlotte's true colors from the recording Joshua had given him last night and the surveillance footage… Everything that Charlotte and Roanne said still shocked him so much that he could not even react. All along, Charlotte was not Number-9 at all. She had been lying to him all along. She even admitted herself that she wanted to kill Shelly, but most importantly… Roanne had said that Charlotte was the one who had drugged Jim six years ago in Banyan City and let Jason bring Bonnie over to his room… Jim narrowed his eyes. Did this mean that…Bonnie was Harvey's mother all along?

"Let's go quickly. I hope we can meet Charlene today." Xena said, "I thought she might be in danger, but she's actually quite capable of taking down Quintus. You’re worried for nothing." Sophia found it strange, not just because they successfully hacked Quintus’s network. Still, she saw Charlene on the hotel surveillance cameras, dressed sharply in black clothes and pants, looking very professional. It did not seem normal. "Why do I feel like Charlene's attire is more like a bodyguard's? Not very much like a girlfriend."

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.”

the lady replied. “Would you say he sponsored his own downfall?” “That doesn’t make sense,” I agreed. “Wait a minute,” Tom raised his hand. He turned to the lady, staring at her suspiciously, “But I didn’t tell you about the case. Why would you say he sponsored his own downfall?” “I’m Charlotte, boss. You think I wouldn’t know what case you’re working on,” the lady said, laughing. “The moment I searched the keyword ‘Lizzie Sinclair’, I found out.“