Novel Charlotte นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm the only one who knows who you really are. You're even richer than that snob, Charlotte." I remembered Charlotte. The bully girl in high school. Her father owned a dairy factory, and she always told everyone that he imported milk worldwide. Charlotte, the redhead, always dressed up like a witch and maintained her sexy gothic style. She became Stev's personal prostitute, who was the head of the basketball team. Well, maybe Charlotte thinks they are lovers, but Steve always tells her what they are doing behind her back. Everyone at school knew Charlotte's game, and about the first time, she lost her virginity.

Damien's black eyes scanned over my face, and I licked my lips, wanting to encourage him to take what was his. "I don't want to argue with you right now, Charlie," The sound of my name leaving his lips was exciting and heartbreaking simultaneously. I liked being his Charlotte. Charlotte was a person I had never met or known before him. I had always been Princess Charlotte, and I hated her. Being just Charlotte was new to me. It had felt so good like it was who I was supposed to be this whole time. "Good. I don't want to fight, either. I want to celebrate," I said, tightening my hold around Damien's neck. It was evident the second he smelled my desire. I watched his eyelids lower and his jaw

“I-I’m so sorry for speaking so harshly to you…” She, however, was quick to stop me and pulled me back up. “Please, you don’t need to do that,” she urged with wide eyes. “I didn’t agree to help you and Xaden for any special treatment in return.” I was confused. “Then why…?” Charlotte gave me a friendly smile, leading me into her gigantic, clean room decorated in white, gold, and pink furniture more lavish and elegant than anything in Sarah’s room. “He might come across as intimidating to some, but he’s fiercely loyal and protective of the ones he loves,” she said. “He’s a kind-hearted brother and an even better man.”

The unsettling realization between reality and my dream left me grappling with uncertainty and unease. I first encountered Charlotte at my Grandpa's birthday celebration, shortly after recovering from a life-altering coma. Grandpa took it upon himself to introduce me to her, emphasizing that she was the ideal match for me. Despite her undeniable beauty and intelligence, I found myself disinterested, my mind still consumed by the mystery of the girl who had saved me from the warehouse.

“I thought you said Charlotte Wilson was married to your son—” “Actually, I’m not a Wilson,” Charlotte corrected, her voice steady. “I was adopted and then rejected. I’m just Charlotte now,” she added, not wanting to use her old identity. Milton frowned. “Are you going to throw away the family that took care of—” “And as for my marriage with Mr. Henderson, we’ve already been divorced,” Charlotte continued, cutting Milton off as if she hadn’t heard him. A man at the table tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “So, you’re single now?”

Everyone was shocked and Charlotte felt so sad and embarrassed and she ran away. She thought love is all a bet and a risk, nobody actually cares. Charlotte disbelief for love started ever since then. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Twenty five years old Charlotte walked down the stairs dazzling beautiful she was sophisticated, so mature, so grown-up with her bodyguard right behind her and she walk down the table ready for dinner. Sitting quietly with courtesy and charisma, she great her mum and her cousin Hillary at the table. Hillary, a polished Mexican-American who got to live with The grays due to her respect and courtesy.

he says and I had to hide my reaction, I only found out what I really am not so long ago, and now he just met me and he knows what I am. "I'm a witch and a bitch," I say with a sassy smile on my face. "Agreed, but you got some more in you, and you know it," he says in such a confident voice, it felt like he knew too much about me. "Right, some people call me mean as well," I say with a shrug. "Charlotte, you got royal blood in you," he says in a very firm voice and I gave him my coldest look possible, the one that says I don't give two fucks.

She looked innocent yet lustful and was certainly more appealing than Sadie. Seeing her, Nicole was surprised for a moment but she quickly regained her composure. “Mr. Ferguson…” Charlotte did not look up and was pretending to be demure. She clinked the wine glass with the bottle in her hand and carefully worded her question. “This is my homemade. Would you like to try it?” Charlotte was clearly insatiable, but she dared not go too far and tested the waters little by little to probe the man’s bottom line. She wanted to use gentle means to slowly disintegrate the man’s aloofness.

Xavier said, and march on his heels. Charlotte couldn't defend herself, and just stood there dumb. She dropped the folder and use the exit. 'I'm going to make you quit your job, you can't come in here and take was mine'

She knows Rachel would never miss an opportunity to humiliate her in every way possible, and she doesn’t want her daughter to witness her anger and hate. Charlotte walks into her old room, letting Suzy sit on the bed as she looks around. The room is a testament to how much her life has changed. Now, she lives in a world where her decisions are acknowledged, where her happiness, sadness, and hard work matter. She has a family where she feels safe and loved. This room, however, represents her past life—a life where she had no right to object, to fight back, to yearn for love and acknowledgment. All she did here was rest after working like a slave, crying into her pillow until she was too exhau