Giant Genie Charlotte Novels & Stories

Jake asked. Genie rolled her eyes and stood up, walking to the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a glass cup filled with ice. “Do you know something that is cold?” Jake raised both hands up. “Okay. You’re hot. Very. Just don’t pour the ice on me.” Genie brought the glass to her face. “Oh this? This isn’t for you. It’s for the wine. And it’s the North Pole, not the ice.” “You are one scary human being. You know that?”

I stand up from my chair and walk downstairs, only to see Charlotte Hilton standing in the center of the living room, with a box in her hand. “Oh goodness, Emma. Hello.” She smiles so wide, revealing her perfectly white teeth. Her father is Mr. Hilton, the man who won’t invest in my games until I am settled down. She's part of the Hilton triplets, Charlotte, Clara and Chloe. Charlotte is the epitome of beauty, with her long caramel blonde hair and striking gray-blue eyes. I don’t particularly have fond memories of her. In Chicago, years ago, she had her arm draped over Jeremy while he presented to the whole world the game he had built alone but Charlotte is a sweet person, which makes it inc

“Excuse me?... I saved your fucking life. If I want to eat you out, there had best be a big time ‘thank you’ in store for me. Yes?” Charlotte shook her head again. Feeling pathetic, she mumbled, “I’m gross.” Immediately, James’s face switched from annoyance to a wicked grin. “Really? You think anything is going to stop me from enjoying my well-earned snack?” Leaning in so that their noses were practically touching, the giant man remarked in a hushed tone, “Think again, baby girl.”

Gilbert shouted. Charlene stared at Gilbert with red eyes. “I don't know! Why don't you ask the person herself, damn it? Why are you asking me, you old fart!” Charlene spat at Gilbert's face, although she missed slightly. “Give me back my child! Give me back Max!” Gilbert rubbed his face, then smiled coldly. "I will. I'll return them to you, as I promised at the beginning. But of course, there's a price.“

Luna Charlotte Third Person POV... "Ahh, you are finally awake," Charlotte lifted her weak head to see Sylvester's grinning face. She looked around and saw what looked like an old basement. Charlotte struggles against the chains, but they only burn her further. She tried to blast the chains off her hands with magic, but it didn't work. "Well, well, the powerful Tribrid has been caught, and no one knows where you are," Sylvester laughs. Charlotte let out a growl as she tried to jump at him. "I've been permitted to torture you a bit." Sylvester chuckles as he looks at his brother's only daughter.

Cuff-links it is. "Master?" says Charlotte, holding out her own cracker. They pull together, and... How is he doing it...? ... Charlotte gets the ´winner´s half´. She tips the contents of the exploded tube into her hand and out slides something small, gleaming with a multi-coloured glow from the lights of the tree. Holding it up, she lets it spin gently on its chain. It´s a pendant, small but beautifully made, with a small black stone set in silver

My grandmother shouted, moving to stand from her seat, but I quickly crossed the room to greet her before settling into the chair beside her. “Nonna, you look beautiful.” I said as Naomi coughed into her fist, ‘kiss-ass.’ “Happy Birthday.” Once everyone had settled in and plates were being served, I looked around the room, immediately noticing the empty chair next to Justin. Charlotte’s empty chair. I didn’t seem to be the only one of the forty people present who noticed, and my grandmother called out loudly for Justin to hear. “Where is Charlotte? Is she okay? She’s never missed a dinner.”

Amber thought her heart would explode from beating so fast. She was wearing a pink off-shoulder dress and stillettos which she have never worn before. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing a heavy make up that made her look like a completely different person. "You're new here?" a red hair woman just her age asked Amber. Amber nodded her head. "Y-Yeah..." "That's why. Don't worry. After this, we're millionaires. The only bad side is, if our bidder likes us, they will surely make us their sex slaves. That is why you should pray your bidder wouldn't like your service."

“Grandpa, you’re the one who taught me Go. How could I ever beat you?” Outside the Chancer estate, a car pulled up, and Charlotte stepped out, carrying a bag of health supplements. The butler’s eyes widened as he glanced toward the living room. “Miss Garnett, why are you here?” he asked hesitantly. “I came to visit Grandpa. I heard he hasn’t been feeling well,” Charlotte replied, her face adorned with a sweet smile.

* * * * * * CHARMAINE'S POV I was more than shocked to hear Dean ask me out. I didn't know what to say to him; I didn't know if to accept him or decline, but one thing I was sure about was that he checked off the most important thing on my list, and that was the fact that he was filthy rich and commands affluence. "Charm, you are not saying anything," he called me, bringing me back to reality. "Dean!" I responded.