Film Charlie Wade

Namaku Key, aku sangat terobsesi ingin menjadi artis ibu kota. Sedari dulu. Aku memiliki mimpi untuk menjadi seorang artis terkenal. Namun, aku di jebak oleh sahabatku sendiri. Ia menjualku ke mucikari dan menjadikan aku sebagai bintang film dewasa. Dan bukan itu saja, aku juga di jual ke para pria hidung belang. Di jadikan simpanan oleh pejabat. Aku ingin kabur dan memulai hidup baru, tapi itu tidak bisa. Sebab ibuku butuh biaya untuk berobat. Alhasil aku memilih bertahan pada pekerjaan ku sebagai wanita malam. Tapi rasanya begitu hampa, terlebih saat aku ternyata ditipu oleh Revan sahabat ku sendiri. Ibuku ternyata tidak sakit dan itu hanya akal-akalannya saja untuk mendapatkan uang dari ku. Baca terus kisahku agar tau berapa beratnya ujian hidup yang aku jalani kini.

In this novel we follow 15 year old Charlie Hale, 5 years after she is caught out in the open when rogues attacked her pack. While still healing from the trauma she is having a hard time understanding the enormouty of the PTSD manifesting in her along with her developing hormone, on top of everything she's also trying to navigate teenage life. The things that should come easy like being able to connect with her peers or feeling safe and comfortable at home are very difficult and with her growing frustration are becoming exponentially harder everyday. So after much discussion Charlie's parents make the hard decision and send her to the New Moon Academy. A boarding school for the supernatural kind. There she meets Maya, Ethan and Liam other teens whose families sent them to the academy for their own reasons.While at school Charlie and her new friends overhear a plot against the werewolf king.Who can they turn to? Can they stop this nefarious plot?

Back when we were still in love, I heard from someone else that Charlie Grant had been getting unusually close to his secretary. He never offered an explanation. He let me dig for the truth on my own. Over the past five years, I quietly collected countless photos of them together—having lunch, leaving late-night meetings, even traveling for business—but none of them offered conclusive proof of cheating. Until the day he proposed to me. There was a giant screen set up. It was supposed to play a romantic video Charlie had prepared just for the proposal, but the screen suddenly cut to something else. A video of Charlie at a hospital, standing beside his secretary as she underwent a pregnancy check-up. In the video, the doctor clearly referred to Charlie as her husband… and the father of her child. His secretary burst into tears on the spot and apologized to me repeatedly. She sobbed as though she were the victim. Charlie, however, stood there with a cold expression and said flatly, "She's an unwed mother. She was helpless. I was just accompanying her for the checkup. The doctor must've misunderstood." Everyone braced for a dramatic scene. However, I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I only reached up and slowly removed the delicate flower hairpiece from my head. I set the hairpiece down. Then I looked Charlie in the eyes and spoke calmly. "You're right. It is sad that she’s pregnant and all alone. "This marriage proposal was meant for her. Not me." I gave a faint smile. "May you enjoy a blissful life. And… congratulations on the baby."