Frozen Charlotte Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Let me play something for you.” Dad furrowed his brows in confusion as his eyes squinted, wondering what I might be getting up to. I took out my phone and found the recording of what Charlotte said to me in Spain. Saying nothing else, I allowed the self-explanatory recording to prove my case: Charlotte’s voice revealed contempt and scorn:

, Aurora said pulling Charlotte from the book she was sitting on. Charlotte took the book and checked the title. "History of The Great Africa And Africans. Seriously?" "What?" "Can you not do without reading a day?", Charlotte said raising an eyebrow. "Can you not do without breathing a day?" "So, to you, reading is like breathing?" "Certainly." Charlotte groaned. "So boring." "Well, I like being boring", she replied and shrugged. "Whatever. Come teach me a little bit of archery and then we bake later. I intend on hanging out with you throughout the day. I'm tired of Aunt Britt's nagging all the time. She is starting to piss me off."

20 years later. “honey!” “yes mom” “can you get me my journal, I left it on top of the table in the sitting room” “I’m coming mom” charlotte responds, her long red hair has always been a problem for her as she tries to get the Journal from her long her gets stuck on the chair. “mom I really have to cut this hair come winter” Charlie whines back. “no my dear you will not” says Hayes, as she comes to her rescue, she unclips the hair from the rickety chair and grudgingly lets it fall.

Voices. Muffled. Far away. Metal scraping. Clanking. My eyes fluttered. "...scared of the dark!" Charlotte's voice. Distant. Echoing. I tried to move. My body wouldn't respond. “Help!” My voice broke free. Barely a whisper. Axel’s head turned. His brown eyes lingered. For one second, he saw me On the floor, barely conscious, then he turned back to Charlotte. Pulling her closer. “It’s okay, love. I’ve got you.”

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ “It looks as if Charles’ house is becoming farther,” Charlotte finally broke the silence that had rented the car. “You have to calm down; we will reach Charles’ house very soon,” professor MacPherson said and managed to take his gaze off the steering wheel. “Alright. Keep driving,” Charlotte said.

As soon as the call was connected, Charlie immediately commanded, “Isaac, ask your subordinates to prepare a light refrigerator truck. After that, ask them to drive it to the park by the river in the suburbs.” Isaac asked in surprise, “Young master, what do you need a refrigerator truck for?” Charlie replied lightly, “To make a popsicle made out of human flesh.” When he heard this, Isaac immediately became very nervous and blurted out, “Young master, have you been attacked? Are you okay?” “Of course, I am okay.” Charlie replied, “You should just hurriedly act according to my instructions and find me a refrigerator truck first. I will send you the address in a moment.”

Charlotte was beginning to wonder if she had taken on more than she could handle. Lord Eclaire stepped a little closer and moved a hand up to brush his index along her jaw, then down her neck. Charlotte's entire body froze at the touch, she was unsure of what he intended to do. His finger grazed over the still healing bite that Lord Hunt had left, causing her to flinch before it stopped at the base of her throat. Charlotte wasn't sure if she should say anything, afraid that it might agitate him.

The man spoke again, [“Can you hear me knocking, Charlotte?” Marlene was shocked by the matter. She did hear a man talking from outside the door. Hearing that he was asking Charlotte over the phone, she then went to open the locks and the panel with a gentle swing. What stood in front of her was a rather tall and handsome man with a cool yet stinging aura. Gryphon’s naturally cold gaze descended on the old woman. “Is Charlotte here? She should be on the phone with me right now.” “Your Highness!” Charlotte dropped the phone and ran to hug his legs to cry on them. “Save Mommy!”

“You sure have your own wicked ways of getting things done. But you both are definitely perfect for each other. He needed someone crazy like you to get past whatever was wrong with him” “Well… what can I say?” Charlotte grinned. “I have wicked friends I learn from” “No, girl… don’t put this on any of us!” Karina laughed, waving her hands. “Rather, we learn from you. You’re the queen of going after what you want” “Yeah? Denial will take you nowhere,” Charlotte teased back, sticking out her tongue. ****** On Saturday night, fresh from a quick shower after her work, Joan was sitting cross-legged on a couch in comfortable shorts and an oversized dark blue t-shirt, hair still damp, scrolling thro

By closing, several more big orders had come in - damn the holidays - and there was a massive mess waiting in the back kitchen. Exhausted, Charlotte finally bid Julian, and her tiny blue death-trap on wheels, ‘goodnight’ as she made her way up the cracked ‘walk’ to her shared apartment. With a mind caught up on dinner and a long bath, the girl at first hadn't thought much about the lack of apartment lights. Normally, Romy would at least leave the porch glowing for her… And then Lotte got the front door open and paused. Sounds… smells… and motions that resembled chimps on viagra, Charlotte was now face to face with her Aunt’s bare ass.