Giant Genie Charlotte Novels & Stories

"Charlotte, I heard from Uncle Damon that you're going to work with the Genge Group. Is that true?" There was a brief silence on the other end before Charlotte's angry voice echoed. "It's true. What's wrong? Since Uncle Damon won't help me, I have no choice but to find help elsewhere." Brandon frowned. "What help are you talking about? Wait for me—I'm coming to find you." He hung up and immediately got in his car, speeding off. At the Genge residence… Karter sat across from Tom. "Mr. Genge, I've done what you asked. When will you help me?"

Once Charlotte agreed to join the entertainment industry, he would do everything to make her a legend, help her win awards, get treated like a queen, and shine like a radiant star… However, Charlotte smirked disdainfully. “Thank you, Zenios, but… there’s no need!” “But… Carlie! The path is right in front of you. You’re just one step away from turning from an internet sensation to a movie star. Just take that step and you’ll…” “That’s enough!” Charlotte cut Zenios off. “You’d better say hi to your Second Uncle!” Charlotte forcibly struggled away from Zenios’s grasp, turned around, and left. “I’m sorry, Charlie!” Zenios’s magnetic, melodious voice called out to her.

Jack Black came into the ballroom at the time. The moment his cars entered the green zone, a chill crossed Charlotte's body: "Are you alright?" Asked Carl. "He's coming" she responded. Charlotte and Carl were by Claude's side in the waiting room near the banquet hall. The moment Jack Black's cars passed the gate, Charlotte felt an ominous chill. Claude noticed her face getting pale and said nothing but: "Get a hold of yourself Charlotte. A princess should always keep a confident expression."

Charlotte blocked the prince's way to her mother, “don't think I’ll let you pass that easy!” It made Carson mad, he gripped his two-handed axe, and ready to attack her, “I don't care if you’re a woman, I won’t let your mother harm Jeremiah!” he yelled, “If you don't want to get hurt scram!” Charlotte laughed, “Don't be arrogant because you’re an alpha,” said her, and then she and her clones were chanting a spell, “your brute force is powerless against my magic!” The muscular alpha prince swung his axe to summon a hailstorm but Charlotte countered it with a blizzard spell.

“I told you... no gushing. Look, just follow my lead in public, be your natural charming self, and try not to look revolted if I take your hand or put my arm around your waist.” Revolted! Genie suspected that she might just tremble all over from a perverse pleasure. “I doubt I'll go so far as to kiss you,” he went on, “but I'm sure, if I do, you can close your eyes and think of your 3500 dollars.” “I'll do just that,” she said with seeming nonchalance, whilst inside almost panicking. ‘Genie, girl… you’re in such a mess…’ she thought. “Now, stop talking,” he ordered in a dictatorial tone. “I have to think about a few things before arriving at the hotel, and I need absolute silence.”

She said. Grandpa Adamson didn't say anything but his expression was filled with approval. Charlotte clenched her fist tightly when she saw this. What charm did she use exactly to win over Adamson. The Adamson was actually the richest tycoon in California, before they retired and returned to America. They also moved their businesses to America, they are childless and they don't have anyone to inherit their businesses and powers. Charlotte has been looking for ways to flatter them, if she couldn't be their goddaughter, she must at least make them support her father's business.

Charlotte opened it and was surprised to find a gossip article that said, "The Chairman of the Splendid Group, disregarding his married status, openly gifted a million-dollar yacht to his unforgettable crush Charlene." Charlotte: ... I am speechless. After she replied to the message, Elizabeth quickly sent another message: Mr. Romero knew that you were Charlene? Charlotte: I hadn't touched a motorboat since I got married... Elizabeth: "My Husband's Unforgettable Crush Turns Out to Be Me" Hahaha, I'm going to die laughing, Lottie! Charlotte saw the content of the book title and couldn't help but laugh. Charlotte: Well... I didn't expect it either. Elizabeth: Surprised or not? Excited or not?

"You look way stronger.... I mean, fit... I don't know if you get where... wait... does it sound weird? Am I sounding weird?" "No, not at all... I get it all the time. I am glad you think I look strong and, you know, fit. But you, that's how black genes are... Queen." He winked at her. "Quit flirting with Charlotte, Desmond." Matthew stated. Charlotte burst into loud laughter. Yeah, now she's laughing.... Laughing really too much than needed. I looked away only to see Jessie, staring right into my eyes, which startled me. "Oh, sorry... I..."

Once her thoughts registered in her head she realized how ridiculous she sounded, placing the knife back at its place she made her way towards the front door. Letting out a sigh of relief when she saw an older woman standing on the other side of the door. Charlotte stared at the older woman and wondered who she was. When she suddenly saw what she had with her, dogs. It's not that Charlotte didn't like dogs; she was just terrified. She had never had a pet and she couldn't help the fear. Walking towards the door she saw the dogs staring at her in confusion. One was a big Siberian husky, and the other was Shiba Inu, although the dogs were freaking gorgeous she didn't want to open the door for t

With a confident smile, she said, "Mr. Hill, I may dance under neon lights, but I've got a proposition that could add a touch of excitement to your anniversary celebration. I'll perform an exclusive, captivating routine that will leave your guests talking for weeks, afterall, it’s your kind who pays visits to Papaya’s to fuck us. In return, all I ask is for an invitation to the event." Mr. Hill, intrigued by the unexpected proposal, leaned back in his chair. "You want to bring your act to my high-profile anniversary party? What makes you think that's a good idea?" Carla responded calmly, "Think about it, Mr. Hill. Your guests are accustomed to the usual high profile entertainment. Imagine th