Novel Apartments Charlotte の小説・ストーリー

She packed up her things and put them in the luggage that contained the personal items that Zachary had sent to her four days ago before calling the landlady. “Mrs. Lindley, I’m moving out. You can show this place to a new tenant now.” “He he… Okay, okay. I own a few nice units. If you ever need to rent a place again, Carlie, give me a call.” Charlotte had paid her a month’s rent, stayed for only four days, and moved out. The landlady was grinning from ear to ear. “Okay.” Charlotte ended the call, lifted her face to the sky, and smiled.

When they reached the lobby of the apartment they asked for the elevator, seconds later it opened its door and they both entered the elevator, it began to rise quickly until it stopped at the fifth floor and Charlotte got out holding hands with her daughter. Upon arriving at the apartment Charlotte took out her keys and began to open it, when she entered she began to do all the household chores, she had to prepare lunch for her daughter, also iron the clothes and everything else while she was doing it a message came to her phone which made it vibrate, Charlotte curiously took it out of her pants and when she took it out she saw that it was again a message from Viviana Gomez, she clicked on i

Her best friend, Madison, didn't even bother looking up from her phone. Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Thank you for your support." "You're welcome." Madison finally looked up from her phone and fixed Charlotte with a determined expression. "You're going." "I am not." "You absolutely are." With a groan, Charlotte dropped her head onto the desk separating them. The tiny apartment she rented in Queens was barely large enough for two people, yet she and Madison had somehow made it work for almost three years. Sharing expenses helped, but not enough to make life comfortable.

Charlotte gritted her teeth as Grenwalt was hundreds of miles away from Westfield and the price of the plot at Grenwalt wasn't as high as Westfield. She didn't want to settle in Grenwalt. Selling the property, she could buy an apartment in Westfield but not in an affluent community. For the time being she could bear with it until she could bait a wealthy man to marry. Charlotte was confident that with her face and body, the queue of men wanting her would be able to form a circle around Westfield. Charlotte vacated the office at once and went to the mansion to pack her things. The maids were thrilled that finally the witch had fallen from the pedestal.

Charlotte's POV The next morning, I left the hotel after breakfast to sort out our new apartment. I checked a few online sites and I picked the one I wanted. I went to check the house and it was really beautiful as seen in the picture. I paid for the apartment and I ordered some home furniture to be arranged there and I planned to take my mum there by evening. I decided to visit Emma and talk things with her. "How was the business project? I hope you guys won it. She asked after I'd settled down.

James very apparent, not that Jessica could blame her. “Oh.” “Yeah.” Not long after that, Charlotte had some men come in and drug Jessica right there in the room, rendering her unconscious. She woke up in another strange room with Charlotte sitting in a chair and staring at her in that creepy way that she had. “Good, you’re awake. This is your new apartment, pending when you get my orders. Take this card. There’s more than enough money in it for you to have some fun lowkey. Remember that I’ll be in touch, so expect it.” Charlotte told her and left with the hefty man from earlier. Jessica did not know how much time had passed since they drugged her, but it was probably enough time that they w

Charlotte would bring the bill and take my card. Charlotte McAllister was twenty-eight years old, she owned the diner and worked from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. She lived alone in a comfortable single-story house on Second Avenue SW. She was five foot four and about a hundred and twenty pounds. She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end.

She added to the security guys. They turned right and walked the seventy yards to the door of their apartment block. Anabeth opened the door and the two of them climbed the two flights of stairs then entered their small scummy two-bedroom apartment. Anabeth slumped down on the sofa. "Want a drink?" Charity shook her head. "Think I'm just gonna go to bed." "Want some company tonight?" Anabeth asked, grinning. "I'll make you sleep real good." Charity smiled, but shook her head at her occasional fuck-buddy. "Too tired, but thanks anyway, baby."

Camilla froze. The person on the other end of the phone… was her younger sister, Charlotte? A wave of relief washed over her, and her tone softened. "Jeremy's being mean to you? That's impossible." Charlotte was about to graduate from university and had only recently started her internship. She didn't live at Sloan Manor with her parents. Instead, she rented an apartment in the same neighborhood as Camilla's place, so she often dropped by the house as well. Over the past two and a half years, even though Camilla and Jeremy were giving each other the cold shoulder, Jeremy had always treated Charlotte and Harriet with the same thoughtfulness as before.

Staying at home can be overwhelming sometimes. My parents hadn’t asked about my accommodation and I hadn’t told them anything either. I would temporarily stay at Charlotte’s apartment where all my items were stored but she was finally moving in this semester. I was certain it was because Antonio was going to be around a lot. They were getting closer and she was accepting the fact that she was going to get married to him.