Frozen Charlotte Audiobook Novels & Stories

The warm golden ray made the freezing cold glacier look less glacial. Charlotte gave off an arc through the corners of her lips awkwardly. “Haha, sorry, I was just thinking about something else and didn’t notice your existence. You’re back!” “Yeah.” Zachary, whose eyebrows looked picturesque, sounded regal, sonorous, and cold. “You look disturbed. What’s on your mind?” Charlotte originally wanted to tell him that nothing was wrong, but she dispelled the idea of concealing the fact from him after a quick thought. She mustered the courage to look directly at his cold eyes that could reap souls and asked, “Do you know Dickson Barkley?”

I was waiting for the right time. Charlotte listened to Trevor Fox and wasn't able to say anything. What would she say at this time! She felt her life was a fake. She had been living a fake life. She didn't already have any energy in her and after hearing all these she was feeling like she was going to die.

It was the least expected person, Charlotte. “Help me! I’m freezing!” she said over the phone. Even though her voice was tiny, I knew she meant that as an exclamation. The call ended before I could say something else. I was afraid something bad would happen to her. She claimed to be freezing but I didn’t know what happened to her exactly. I had to find out by myself.

Slicing his office phone off the hook, Julian called Charlotte. Charlotte was currently hiding out at home, still fantasizing that her husband could settle everything for her. "Darling, have you taught that bitch a lesson for me?" she asked sweetly. "Have I taught her a lesson? I'll teach you a fucking lesson!" Julian bellowed. "Who the fuck did you cross, Charlotte? Olivia! That car you smashed, whose the hell is it?" Charlotte was dumbfounded. "I-It's just Olivia from downstairs; she drives that beat-up Audi…"

really meant with him. My brain was fried when I finally packed my books and started heading out. The hallways were nearly empty, shadows stretching long under the flickering lights. I turned the corner and froze. Charlotte. She was leaning against the lockers, manicured nails tapping her phone. Beside her, Emilia shifted uncomfortably, eyes glued to the floor. “Well, well,” Charlotte purred, pushing off the locker. “If it isn’t Blackridge’s favorite charity case.” I clenched my jaw. “Not in the mood, Charlotte.”

Charlotte's loud blubbering simmer to whimpers and sniffles. "Maybe if we try bribing her with food? Or-" "ʻO ʻoe-Ke kamaʻilio nei ʻoe e pili ana i ka hoʻāʻo ʻana e kipe iaʻu me ka meaʻai??!" (Did you-Are you talking about trying to bribe me with food?!) Charlotte shrieked from inside her room. My eyes widened the second I heard the sudden screech. Theós stumbled back from the door as Charlotte continued her tangent. "ʻAʻole hiki iaʻu ke piliwi iā ʻoe, e Theós! He aha ka mea e noʻonoʻo ai iā ʻoe e like me kēlā ?! Hiki iā ʻoe ke hoʻopihapiha wale iaʻu me ka meaʻai a hoʻomaikaʻi i nā mea āpau! ʻO Newsflash, he pol a kaʻu o ka pipi pipi a ke manaʻo nei wau ua nui a luhi a ke hoʻonui nei ʻoe i

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?

happy? But before she could even get her thoughts together, she saw Jennifer, crossing to the other side of the road Before she could understand what was going on, Jennifer had already walked inside a black Lamborghini with a smile on her face and ice cream in her hands. Charlotte looked at the driver and saw Derek grinning happily beside her as he collected and licked the ice cream then drove off.

Charlotte pushed him away, shattering his hope’s castle. “You can’t do this to me, little one.” Eric grabbed her ankle and yanked her back under him. “Mark me!” His growls with merciless slamming inside her turned into begging later, but she didn’t even budge, holding her ground firmly. “Mine!” Unable to change her decision, his sharp canines dug deep into her flesh repeatedly, crushing her several bones. Finally, Charlotte’s mind was overcome with the much-needed darkness, so she passed out, praying to never wake up again.

The tires spin out of control, and Damian’s hands scramble to regain control of the wheel. Then, I hear it. A voice. Low. Cold. “You can’t run forever.” I turn, my blood running cold. Charlotte. She’s here. And she’s not alone.