Charlotte Sullivan Wynonna Earp Novels & Stories

Charlotte replied. "You are not from Willow Creek." It was not a question, but rather a statement he said aloud. Charlotte gave a slow nod. "Yes, that's right. I'm a historian. I travel to research older towns like Willow Creek and learn about their origins. My name's Charlotte Barnes."

Grandma Charlotte wrinkled her nose. He nodded once, tight-lipped. "Hm. She's talented, plus she's a long-time customer of my brand. Beautiful but snobby and mean. I like her talent—personality is trash." Safe to say, Grandma Charlotte couldn’t stand her. I knew of Danielle Holly Bermout. I’d seen a few of her movies, but not enough to understand how famous she really was. "So which of the ex-husbands or male escorts sired Claire?" Grandma Charlotte asked, deadpan.

Charlotte walked over nervously, whispering in her ear, "Mom, save me. I don't want to go to prison. I know I was wrong." Mrs. Garnett held her daughter's hand, patting the back of it. "Don't be afraid. That shameless girl kept trying to seduce James - it's understandable you lost control. Then that Wilson girl used you. How foolish you were! Why didn't you think to keep evidence!" Charlotte sat down fearfully, sipping the soup her mother made. She said helplessly, "What good would evidence do? She's Vivian Wilson - would Mr. Wilson ever let her go to prison? I'd just end up being the scapegoat again."

Susanna said with a cold glare that made Charlotte’s Dad, mom, and me shudder. Then she turned to Adrian and said, “C’mon Adrian. Tell them and put an end to this nonsense.” I nodded in support and eagerly waited for Adrian to say he didn't kill Charlotte. But instead, he stood up, with his hands still cuffed. Then he turned to Officer Nate and said, “Take me away.” “Don't you dare walk away from me,” Susanna yelled in anger. “Then what do you want me to say? I've already admitted it. Mom, I killed Charlotte, okay? I killed her,” Adrian yelled in frustration.

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

"A woman who has been replaced by Elara. She’s been obsessed with finding the proof. That’s why she had the names. She has spent every waking hour of her life memorizing them, waiting for a man like you to finally give her the power to speak." Slowly, the sharp, calculating suspicion in Charlie’s eyes began to soften. The explanation was logical, appealing directly to his arrogant belief that Elara and Tyler were the sole villains in this play. A smug, predatory grin returned to his face, and he let out a low, breathy chuckle.