Frozen Charlotte Novels & Stories

She couldn't remember the last time she had ate anything that was good for her health. But she was so badly craving a pizza. She quickly made her way to the living room where she had placed her phone down. Grabbing it, she quickly installed the app so she could order her food. Charlotte was startled when suddenly the doorbell rang. Her heart started racing as she wondered who it was.

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

LAVAE RESTAURANT “Excuse me, I can't sit here. Change the seat and the table,” Margaret Barnes said to the waiter with a disgusted look on her face. Her bag hung halfway above her wrist. The way her fingers perched firm yet light against gravity as if signalling to be watched, and her ornaments embodied nothing but luxury. Eyes were on her and she knew it but she didn't care anyways. She was the queen of highlights and this place survived on her father's huge sponsorship.

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.

Charlotte said, passing her ice cream to her. “No fucking way! Charlotte exclaimed. Ivy, we are going to the club,” she blurted “Club?” Ivy asked “Yes bitch! Charlotte said, showing Ivy her screen Ivy read the message out. “Are you interested in going clubbing? You can come with Ivy,” signed Alex

“You didn't do it because you're a philanthropist and you know it. I'm not going out to dinner with you. “Of course you will. You don't want me to tell everyone that Miss McKeena has no say, do you? Charlotte frowned. That would be bad, not just for her image, but for the Foundation's. And she was pretty sure her new partner wouldn't like it one bit if she took the step of, say, send Marco to hell and not date him. “I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven at your apartment. I'll take you to a place you'll never forget. At exactly seven o'clock at night, the phone rang in Charlotte's apartment. Was it from reception, asking if they could let Marco Villa-Lobos up? Charlotte was ready so she said no

He had even stopped her from entering the house. The heavy metal gate was shut, leaving Charlotte standing outside all alone. The cold wind felt like it was piercing Charlotte's weak body, and her face was as pale as a paper doll. Bryson was not answering her calls, but Charlotte kept calling until her phone ran out of battery. It was actually the coldest season of the year. Charlotte was wearing a thin, long-sleeved shirt and loose trousers as she waited in the cold from morning till sunset. It was getting dark, and Charlotte looked at the villa in a daze as the lights were slowly turned on. Her mind wandered to the past…

'' She uncorked the bottle and began to pour it into her glass, after that she turned her chair and began to see how everyone was enjoying the night, there were many couples dancing and enjoying the night, which made her feel very bad, seconds after that came a tall but not so pretty man, he looked like a mobster, he approached Charlotte and told her in her ear: "Why so lonely, baby? Do you want company? ''No, sir, I don't need anyone's company, I'm quite well on my own, now please leave.'' Charlotte replied. ''I love them much more, haughty, aggressive and above all cute like you, nice to meet you, my name is Fred Thompson''. The appearance of this mysterious man in Charlotte's life will t

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Charlotte was sitting on her porch shelling peas. Her dark hair was severely braided back from her face, the tail sitting over her shoulder. She wore faded jeans, a shirt with a floral print, and the military boots that she seemed to favor, along with an expression of irritated disdain as they approached.