Charlotte The Harlot Song Novels & Stories

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?" "......"

“You love it. The risk, the filth. Say it.” “I—I love it,” I gasped, choking on the confession as his grip on my throat tightened just enough to blur my vision. “God, Marcus, I love it. I’m your dirty slut.” Marcus only laughed, a low, cruel rumble against my ear. “Pathetic,” he growled, yanking my head up by the hair so I could see our reflection in the dark windshield. My mascara was smeared, lips swollen, spit glistening at the corner of my mouth. “Look at yourself, Charlotte. You’re a fucking mess—my filthy little whore. And you love it.”

"Don't miss me too much, babe." "Whatever." "Hey~" she singsonged, giggling. "You seriously don't wanna date?" She pouted, almost falling on her face after stupidly tripping over the mat at her doorstep. Miss drunk lady is not the best when it comes to balancing her two left feet, and it barely has a difference when she's sober. It sucks being clumsy, you know. Especially when you're in the middle of flirting. Shameless flirting. I'm definitely gonna regret this in the morning, but, hey! At least I get to talk to Mr. Hotshot right here in all his glory.

Ethel said, her gaze filled with empathy. As Charlotte lifted the glass to her lips, the burning liquid provided a momentary escape from the harsh reality she faced. The alcohol cut through the numbness, bringing with it a sense of liberation from the emotional shackles that had bound her throughout the day. The music thumped through the crowded bar, and Charlotte lost herself in the pulsating rhythm. Each movement seemed to release the pent-up frustration and heartache that had been building within her. The dim lights cast a haze over the dance floor, and for a moment, Charlotte felt a sense of freedom in the chaotic whirlwind of the night.

"I've been staring at the edge of the water Long as I can remember Never really knowing why." The beginning felt awkward to Charlotte but the minute she eased into the song, the crowd began to sing along with her as she stood in the spotlight. She heard the piano pick up her tune and adjust to her key. Charlotte sang through the song like a breeze and completed the last highnote with a smile on her face. Charlotte opened her eyes to meet a standing ovation but that wasn't what she noticed first. Her breath hitched as several meters from where she stood, a man's piercing blue eyes held hers captive.

"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."

he quietly asked. "Yeah. I placed two and two together and came up with fork tongue bitch." Kelsey always had a way with words. Vincent and Corey erupted in laughter, Mama Roarke rolled her eyes trying her best to hide the smile and Killian pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Where's the ladylike charm, little sis? "What about you? Did you figure it out?" Corey asked. "I had a feeling she will do some shit after her sad out of a job tale but not this. Once upon a time, she was so sweet..."