Charlotte The Harlot Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt my rage blazing from within as the thought sank in. "I'm asking you one last time, Charlotte. Are you sure you want to end this?" Charlotte nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Yes! You and I are done from this moment onward! I have already paid you, so get out!" Upon hearing Charlotte mention the payment again, the confusion I had momentarily dismissed came rushing back. "What payment?" Charlotte let out a contemptuous laugh. "Drop the act. I had the finance department back wire you 99 dollars every time I slept with you, Robert."

Karina said “Don’t even let me get started. You always find someone at the club. Not once have you not hooked up with someone. So get your b***t ready by seven, okay?” Charlotte sat up and leaned her back against the headboard. Karina was right… Charlotte herself knew she was highly sensual and could attract anyone and anything. But why does she feel reluctant all of a sudden. She didn't feel like hooking up tonight or anytime in the near future. “We are gonna PARTY!!!" she heard Karina sing from the other end. “Kar…” Charlotte said softly, “I don’t think I’m up for it tonight. Can I pass, just this once?”

I would have to ask them next time I saw them, Charlotte asked me to open the cell and I happily obliged. I let her enter the cell first and I followed close behind. Charlotte then asked her the question that we all failed to even think about. Why did she drug Jack, like Charlotte said she knew that she would have got rejected by Jack after. I tried not to laugh when she said her plan was to get pregnant with his heir. Too late bitch Charlotte is already doing that, and she did not even do it on purpose I chuckled to myself. After Charlotte was finished, she pulled out her gun and placed a nice clean hole right in the middle of Charlottes head.

He'd just concluded on a deal with a client— a good way to end the week— and was now settled at a bar. His phone chimed and he checked. It was Abby. He stared at her text. ‘Busy tonight?’ He had a lot more going on and didn't need any distractions. His time for fun would come later. So, he ignored her text for the second time that day and ordered a double shot of martini. Smooth jazz music played over the stereos mounted on the walls. The dancers worked against the poles but that wasn't enough to distract him. On his third shot of martini, hopefully his last for the evening, two men approached the bar and placed their orders.

In the case of charmers, mutilated and forced to participate in torture and genocide, maybe some of them preferred to be dead. She would have. The blackest of the charmers, those who participated willingly in the slaughter of Haunt for the chance to wallow in ungodly wealth, were singled out for vilification in the history. The author seemed to relish listing their various crimes and the measures taken to bring them down. It wasn’t pretty. Eventually the Haunt became so successful at killing charmers that efforts had been made to breed them, but that had proved unsuccessful. Charmers were a wildcard mutation, and defied all efforts to recreate on demand. Thank God.

Everything to make a man go crazy was intact and sumptuous. I wondered why my love life was messy. Well, the saying “no woman can hold a man who doesn’t want to stay” was all true, and I believe it now. I was sexier than that bastard he had been with in bed. I was even more beautiful, but still, he had cheated. “Hey Charlotte!” Angel interrupted my thoughts as she called my name loudly. I blinked, returning to reality. “What’s with you? You look carried away. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of your dead relationship.”

Instead, he nodded in approval. Charlotte finally turned and left the room. When she entered the kitchen, she sent all the servants out of the room and took out a small bag of powder from her pocket. This was the libido-enhancing drug she had asked Quentin to prepare for her. There was no way Jim would still resist her after drinking this! If she managed to sleep with Jim tonight and convince Roanne to kill the wretched child…Jim would never doubt her ever again! As soon as she thought of this, Charlotte's lips curled into a sinister cackle.

Her coquettish voice was like melted sugar, so sweet that it was cloying. Any man would not be able to hold himself back if they were to look into those glistening eyes of hers. There were no movements in Jonathan's eyes. He said, "Charlotte, you're drunk. Stop drinking…" Charlotte inched closer to him, placing her hand softly on his arm. "I feel so hot…" She had just finished speaking when the sound of glass breaking could be heard. Charlotte's affectatious expression stiffened instantly. What's wrong with this nightclub? How could their soundproofing be so bad?

Perhaps it was thanks to James Lu's influence that she was able to easily form sarcastic and derisive sentences like this. "Hmph! You might be powerless, but that doesn't mean whatever sleazebag you hooked up with is the same!" "What do you mean?" "What do I mean?" Charlotte hatefully spat out with disdain, "I've heard everything from Josephine. You managed to hook up with James Lu, didn't you?" "......"

"I'm sorry… I know that my less than sixty days of loneliness are nothing in comparison to your situation." "Now you're making me feel absolutely pathetic," I grumbled. "But you shouldn't feel this way!" She hit the carpet with her slender fist. "Charlie, you are a beautiful woman with a body to kill for. You could easily make guys like Aiden Hart fall for you." I laughed hard at that. "Yeah, sure. If they're into introverts and freaks."