Frozen Charlotte Novels & Stories

The Klein family had sent some, the steward of the Hell Monarch Estate had contributed a few jars, and Frederick had also bought some. Charlotte looked at Lily with a smile. "I’m quite a food enthusiast, and couldn’t resist coming when I heard there was something delicious. I've been coughing lately, and I thought a bowl of royal jelly soup would cure it. I'm sure I'll stop coughing tonight." Carissa asked in concern, "You're still coughing? The last time you came to see Ryan, I noticed you coughing too." "With the constant gloom and arguments all day, it's no wonder I can't get better," Charlotte said, stirring the soup in her bowl with a spoon, her face showing both worry and disgust.

95 Alex The moment we stepped out of the airport, I was hit with a blast of icy air. Norway in winter was no joke. Snowflakes swirled around us, and the icy breeze nipped at my face, making me tug my jacket tighter. Charlotte, however, seemed unfazed. She pulled her fur-lined coat snugly around herself, her heels clicking against the cobblestones as she surveyed the area like a queen inspecting her kingdom. "Are you not freezing?" I asked, already shivering.

"He chose to come here. Chose to work the fields. Chose freedom. That choice had risks. He accepted them." "Did he? Did he know that accepting freedom meant dying in a field at thirty-two?" "No one knows what accepting anything means. We just choose and hope." Elena covered James's face. "You gave him six months of choice. That's more than Victor gave him in two years." Forty-eighth stone for Hope's Garden. Maya carved it herself. The third winter was worse than the models predicted. Minus-thirty sustained. Minus-forty during storms. Minus-fifty for three days straight when polar vortex descended.

Hamilton. Chateau Ella was Atlanta's most prestigious country club, and Charlotte only remained a member because she was still single and she was included in her mother's legacy membership. She wasn't a fan of the place: everyone who was anyone in Atlanta went there to play tennis, golf, or gossip in the tea room. But she knew what a privilege it was to be able to use its facilities for free, so she did play tennis every once in a while.

River pulls a strange face. “Long story,” Charlotte giggles, doing a little dismissive wave. “Thanks,” she answers, sounding a little unsure. “I like you too. We can be friends. As for my gut … it’s been tingling since I ate that toe nugget back in Portland.” She glowers at Enrique. “Or maybe I’m just dying from hunger over here.” Enrique lets me go and opens the fridge. “If you pull out another compost bar, I’ll karate kick you in the soul,” she threatens. Again, Axel is laughing from his dormant position. I figure we’d better feed her before she sets something on fire.

Water that can't run away simply sits in ice-edged puddles, and everything is filthy with mud. Michael is more or less living in rubber boots, and when I'm at home, I join him. When I leave for my work in the City each morning, I step between puddles to try to arrive at the office with my suit looking respectable. Charlotte deals with the frigid conditions by simply piling on extra layers of clothes until her face turns pink. I'm not sure just how many layers she's wearing, but were I to ask her to undress for me it could be a lengthy process.

This hot, little slût thinking she can get whatever she wants, it really pissed me off. For the next hour, she managed to tease me whilst Charlotte was in the room. Every time Charlotte would turn away she would squeeze her tîts. Sometimes she brushed herself up against me, or she would slightly bend over, knowing I could see her. Once, I saw her bend over and her skirt nearly rode up, when I turned my head I saw Charlotte staring at me, clearly fuming. This fûcking bitch! She's ruining my life! "Ah dam," Charlotte eventually said as she was looking in the freezer, "I thought we had a dessert but we don't."

“Stand up and exercise your dead butt, and while you’re at it, go to the kitchen and get more chips.” Charlotte gave her a look. Kate rolled her eyes and pushed her. “Go. I’ll pause the show,” she assured her. “Ugh, okay,” Charlotte said resignedly as she stood up with the empty plate of chips. “I’ll be sure to keep my butt issues to myself from now onwards.” Just like her sister, Charlotte was obsessed with chips. Ever since she left Xavier, chips had become her comfort food, which was why on her first day out of the house to do grocery shopping, she had purchased an entire truckload of different brands of chips.

Charlotte flipped open the menu and, without missing a beat, started ordering for everyone. “Let’s start with two lobster platters, four grilled salmon, shrimp Alfredo, and calamari for the table,” she said without pausing to ask. “Six cocktails—make them strong—and keep the drinks coming.” “Actually,” I interrupted quickly, lifting a hand, “just a glass of juice for me.” Charlotte blinked, and her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh yeah, that’s true. I forgot someone was pregnant amongst us.” I clenched my jaw, biting down the comeback already at the tip of my tongue. Something savage and satisfying. But I took a deep breath and forced a tight smile.