Frozen Charlotte Novels & Stories

Ding. She jumped at the sound of the doorbell and glanced at her two packed bags. Gerri had been particular about asking her to keep things to a minimum, but had told Charlotte there was an area with amazing snow and ice she’d probably want to check out. A lover of all things snow, Charlotte had packed her winter clothes in hopes of visiting the colder area. Ding. Ding. “Coming!” she yelled, rushing to the front door. With a single yank, she opened it and saw her sister, Rebecca, frowning in the entryway. The urge to slam it closed and shut her lovely sister out hit Charlotte with the speed of a freight train.

Sean’s voice came from behind her. Charlotte turned to see him holding a tray with a bowl of soup and some freshly made pastries. “I went out to get you your favorite soup, along with some local treats from Linton Springs. Want to try them?” Sean asked, placing the tray on the small round table. Charlotte nodded, smiling. “Sure, I’ll just wash up first.” But as she swung her legs out of bed and stood, a sudden weakness washed over her. Her knees wobbled, and she nearly stumbled.

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.”

“We deal in food business and winery, but trust me, I have enough money to finance your company. Please don’t hesitate to ask anything from me.” Charlotte smiled inwardly at his puny offer. “Like I have only one branch in America.” She brought out that smile and adorned it on her face. Allen’s eyes sparkled in admiration. “Your smile is deadly. Did anyone tell you that you are an enchantress?” His lust-filled gaze observed Charlotte’s figure hungrily, she was looking gorgeous in a pink sleeveless evening gown. Sensing his interest, Charlotte trailed her fingers on his neck and readjusted the spaghetti strips on her shoulders.

She said before laying down. "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. What do you want to eat?" "My own company." "Ouch." Charlotte chuckled. "I just want to be alone." Charlotte clarified. "I know but don't you want ice-cream and a good movie even better?" "Lucas..." He walked to her and squatted near her face. "Think about it. Like strawberry ice-cream-" "I don't like strawberry ice-cream." "Like any flavored ice-cream with a nice slow feel good movie."

Then, with perfect timing, she could slip into her sweetest act and bring the ordeal to a close. However, nearly forty minutes had passed. Chloe set down her phone and bit her lower lip. The freezer had been set to -58°F for three days. She knew I might not survive that kind of cold. Still, I had grown up with nothing. Girls like me were supposed to be tough, used to hardship and biting winters. Besides, Chloe had only changed the temperature. She did not lock me in there with her own hands. If something really happened, my three brothers were the ones who locked the door.

Getting off the bed, Charlotte feels hunger coursing through her, like she hasn't eaten since yesterday and quickly heads to the kitchen. By the time she reaches the kitchen, her stomach is cramping and she's dizzy with hunger. She quickly checks the fridge and finds some leftover fried chicken and potato salad, which she devours while standing in front of the fridge. Still hungry, she continues rummaging through the fridge until she finds some cake. She eats most of the cake, washing it down with some milk, which she chugs straight out of the bottle. Her stomach has stopped growling and the dizziness has gone but she still feels like she wants something more. She looks around the kitchen, s

She put on her orange gown and went straight to the kitchen to get some food. Due to fatigue, she was unable to make something to eat instead she ordered pizza online. She heard the doorbell and hurriedly rushed towards the door "Lev?" "Here's your pizza", he said handing her the box. She collected it "Can I come in?" he asked politely. She nodded. He walked into the largely royal living room and sat on the sofa "Why to order this junk?" he asked her but she didn't reply rather she went to the dining and began her feasting.

👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ Charlotte Fool Meyers, I should have been named that instead of Charlotte Slim Meyers. Why on earth did I have to leave the restaurant in annoyance uhn? Now how do I get home? there are no cabs in sight too. Stranded, that's what I am right now. Oh, a car is coming, let me try and see if I can hitch a ride. Hitchhiking is illegal but I'm in a tight sitch right now.

A caramel coloured young lady walked out from the building made of woods and stopped by my Jeep, opening the door for me. "Welcome to African Pride. If you may come this way," her strange accent hit me as she led us to the building that had 'OFFICE' nailed above the entrance. The girl was lean and looked to be a teenager. She wore a short simple gown made from a beautiful material and a sandals that had long straps that stopped at her knees. Her hair was tied in a scarf made from the same material. The material looked alluring in my eyes and I really wanted a cloth made for me in that material.