روايات وقصص ضمن Charlotte The Harlot Song

"Why do you want to force me to undress? I thought you wanted to help me?" Felipe yelled angrily. "Just shut your fucking mouth and do as I say, do you think I am doing this crap to help a slut like you? That is a dumb question!" Charlotte took out her knife digger and held it with both hands. "I never expected it would be useful, come and get me if you want, old freak. I thought you were a kind creature but I was wrong. You took my heart so you could have me here in your tacky house!"

"OK, everybody listen up,' Charlotte yelled at the top of her lungs, and practically everyone turned to face her. It's always a mystery to me how she gets the courage to speak in public. If it were up to me, I couldn't do it and stutter in embarrassment. Why were my hands sweating, my eyes slowly darted around, searching for Haru. I hope he finds an excuse not to come. "Someone is going to sing for us, and the best singer gets $500?' She yelled, and everyone applauded and cheered for her. How about we make it $800 dollars,' one of the girls suggested. This girl certainly appears to be a slut.

"No need. All the surprises you gave me today are very satisfying to me. Besides, if there were fireworks, Louis could be surprised." Still in the middle of dancing around, Charlotte's eyes were glued to her husband's charms. “Keep looking at me like this, honey. I really like your beautiful eyes that are always addicted to watching me." "You want to hear a song?" offered Charlotte. "Of course, I want to hear your beautiful voice." Still dancing, Charlotte took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Start singing a song with the most beautiful voice. "Every night is full of darkness You come to me

By who? "You know what?" Charlotte said, recalling her mind back to the present. "If you haven't already figured out because of how dumb you might be, I'll help you out. You can leave now. Your services as a harlot, Edmund's harlot," she added with a little bit of spite and sarcasm in her voice, "is over. Run along, bitch!" Emily turned to look at Edmund. He said nothing. Was he just going to stand there while the animal of a woman that he was about to marry was hauling insults her way? Apparently, he did.

As I pull my phone away from my face, news articles appear on my screen, all of them about the accident. "Singer Charlotte Deluca was admitted to Hartman Sanatorium following a serious car accident." The news report also mentions a mysterious man who arranged for the best medical staff in the city for Charlotte. He rented a hospital room costing $10,000 a night and bought an ad screen across from the hospital to play her favorite songs, just to make her happy. A young girl sits on the hospital bed, smiling sweetly, while my husband, George, stands behind her... holding his phone, talking to her.

Her men laughed as well, supporting her. Then, she turned to the door, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Have fun, Emily, with my men. By tomorrow, you’ll be very famous.” Then she turned to her men, “You know what to do, give her the satisfaction she deserves. Enjoy, everyone, and don't stop until you're all satisfied! It’s a waste of beauty if you don’t get to enjoy it.” Charlotte chuckled, then strode away singing a melodic song. The door slammed shut, leaving Emily alone with the three perverted men.

If anything, that’s the nickname I hate the most, yet it’s the one that’s stuck the longest. Charlotte the Harlot, Reigh’s stupid play on my name that he made everyone run with sophomore year. “Is there anything I can help you with? Or are you just going about doing your daily rounds?” “Daily rounds?” “You know, charm a girls pants off, sneak into the closest bathroom, forget her name the next day?” I lift a brow as I shift to look up at him, my face innocent, “Too bad for you though, this Harlot’s already fully booked for the night.”

"Her morals? What about Charlotte's morals? She's a good woman." He sucks grease off fingers then wipes hands on thighs. "Oh, come on Mike. Everyone knows that place was supplying the sex trade. If Charlotte was brought up that way, it explains..." His words stumble. "It explains all the business about, well, the way she played having you and him and..." Am I really hearing this? "Is that all you have to say? I've just told you Charlotte was effectively a slave and all you can do is take a jab at her?"

Saying nothing else, I allowed the self-explanatory recording to prove my case: Charlotte’s voice revealed contempt and scorn: "I never wanted you to begin with. No woman is going to ever love you. You might be handsome and rich, but all they'll see you as is a burden.” A hideous laughter erupted from her, “You are only half a man. So they'll use you just like me. I’m the best that you could ever have, so good luck with your miserable and half-dead life. May your dick rest in peace because you will never know what a pussy feels like...........leave my apartment you fucking idiots"

The Ashford Mansion was glowing. Every light in the house was turned on, making the windows look like giant diamonds in the dark night. Outside, the snow had stopped, leaving a world of white silence. But inside, it was loud. A famous band was playing soft violin music in the ballroom. Men in black suits and women in dresses that cost more than a house walked across the marble floors. The smell of expensive perfume was so thick it was hard to breathe. Charlotte was the star of the night. She was wearing a dress the color of a sunrise. She moved from group to group, laughing and showing off her London accent. She was happy to be the center of attention again.