Novel Charlotte นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It had been too long since I'd had her in my arms, too long since I'd tasted her lips. Charlotte. Just the thought of her name sent a shiver through me. She was smart, beautiful, everything Eleanor wasn't. Eleanor. She was nothing but a whore. A distraction. A mistake. She was nothing compared to Charlotte, who had the brains and the beauty to make a man lose his mind. In my mind, I saw Charlotte standing before me, her eyes blazing with the same passion that had first drawn me to her. I imagined running my hands through her hair, feeling the softness of her skin.

“No, they don’t.” “Yes, they do.” I led her inside, got her onto the couch. She wiped her face, but the tears kept coming. For the first time since any of this started, Charlotte looked truly alone. No husband, no money, no safety. Right where I wanted her. She leaned against me, shivering. “I don’t understand how this happened.” I stroked her hair, kept my touch gentle. Comfort wore many masks. Villains who win? They act like friends. Charlotte cried harder, and I said what she needed to hear.

“Oh come on, Damien! That look says it all. Don’t tell me you’re falling for her.” “Did I say that?” I replied casually, standing up and walking over to the window, my hands tucked into my pockets. “No,” Noah said with a snort, “but you didn’t have to.” I kept staring outside. The night was quiet, yet my mind was loud with thoughts of Charlotte, her tearful eyes, the way her voice trembled when she spoke, the way her scent lingered long after she left. “She’s not like the others,” I found myself saying quietly.

Charlotte then snatched the papers from his hand and grinned at him. “Isn’t it weird? Why is she staying in that kind of place? You know, she is the top stripper-sex worker there but why is she living in such kind of place? Ew, what are you doing Cullen? Why do you date that kind of woman?” Charlotte asked sarcastically. Cullen glared at her. “I don’t date her. She is not my girlfriend! But please stop doing bad things against her!” Cullen shouted at Charlotte. Charlotte scoffed. “What bad things? She deserves it and this one? It is the truth! She is living in that filthy apartment and I know there is someone who lives there too, right? It is Heartcille Reina, your secretary!” Charlotte resp

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

Emily smiled as a certain memory of little Dalton chasing after Charlotte popped into her mind. Charlotte was a hard kid and did not like to mingle with others. She had only one female friend until Dalton came along. She had hid behind her grandfather and refused to shake his hand when they were introduced. Charlotte's grandfather, Elijah, had flushed with embarrassment before apologizing on her behalf and telling Dalton and his grandfather that Charlotte was a shy little girl.

Once I leave prison, I make you suffer ten times, or even a hundred times, more for the pain you’ve caused me! Charlotte did not say anything else. Instead, she coldly curled the corners of her lips and walked toward the spiral staircase leading to the second floor with determined footsteps. ‘Sigh…’ Tito sighed sympathetically as he stared at Charlotte’s delicate figure. He had been reminded of his sweet wife from the moment he’d laid eyes on Charlotte, a petite woman who seemed soft on the outside but was a deeply proud and unyielding woman on the inside. He couldn’t help but feel his heart ache for her.

Inside the private elevator, Charlotte pressed the button for the top floor, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Let them whisper all they want. They’ll see soon enough who truly belongs here. She adjusted her hair in the elevator’s mirrored walls, mentally preparing herself for what she assumed would be a warm welcome from Julian. After all, she was Charlotte Wainwright, wealthy, sophisticated, and an ideal match for someone of Julian’s stature. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind Charlotte, the employees erupted into hushed conversations.

It was the feeling of being seen for who she was, not who she belonged to. Back in the city, the afternoon was gray and rainy. Lucas was in the library, trying to read a business report. But the words were jumping on the page. He couldn't focus. He kept thinking about the look on Charlotte’s face when she showed him the sock. She was right, he thought. I am a coward. The door opened and Charlotte walked in. She wasn't wearing her pink dress today. She was wearing a simple sweater and jeans. She looked older, somehow.

Free now to move, she rises to hands and knees, her body quaking. .... and she Comes again.... Head flung back, mouth wide, she howls like a wolf to the moon, and as she does so, Michael grunts and slams forward, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her to himself as he spurts his load in deep. ***** Charlotte paces up and down reception, constantly playing with the rings on her left hand. She is beautifully dressed and turned out, although I don't recognise most of the clothes. "Nice outfit," I comment. "I've not seen you in that before."