Novel Charlotte Novels & Stories

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Like a dam that had finally cracked. “I know it’s strange,” she said, setting the teapot down. “All this. The villa. The secrecy. But I didn’t know how else to repay you.” I didn’t interrupt. “I didn’t grow up like most wolves,” she continued. “I mean, yes, I had everything. Tutors, security, elegance. But not freedom. Not real trust. Not… space to be flawed.” Her eyes flicked to mine, searching. I stayed quiet. “I’m the youngest out of four,” said Charlotte while smiling faintly. “Everyone else is a soldier, a politician, a strategist. Me? I was the protected one. The porcelain doll. Too delicate. Too strange. Too different.”

I had heard the news of Charlotte’s father while out of the country and decided there was no better a time to return for her than now. The truth is that I was in the Mafia. I worked hard for the ranking I’m at and after one harmless poker night we ran, I found Charlotte. A woman of renowned, who simply liked risks. I felt enamored by her reckless and followed her home. She was more than accepting of my advances - but only on her terms. Charlotte seemed innocent until you looked at the little things. She was faking a disability to help her dad’s business and to keep close to her little billionaire. I had witnessed her scheme, plot and harm. Not that any of that bothered me, I have done far wo

If you have not met Charlotte and her Triad previously The Characters – Or 'What Went Before' Charlotte: Originally known as 'Jennifer Conners' (Jenny) when she was a child. Charlotte had a grim upbringing. Imprisoned in a 'Children's Home' known as 'Blessingmoors', actually an outlet for human trafficking, she never knew her mother and father, and was destined for a life as sex-slave. To escape that life, Charlotte decided to go to university to give herself the education to make it in the world. To raise the funds to do so, she chose to auction herself and her virginity to the highest bidder.

“Bella? As in my Bella?” Gerri's lips curved into a knowing smile as her gaze flicked over Charlotte's faded cartoon pajamas. “Well, King Alyx might have a different opinion on that ownership these days. But yes—your closest friend, my former assistant, and now the queen of Nova Aurora.” Charlotte shook her head, trying to clear the fog. This had to be some elaborate joke. “Come inside before I freeze. And yeah, coffee sounds essential right now. You're dropping bombshells before I've even had a sip.”

LYDIA’S P.O.V. “Turn off the sun,” I groaned, rolling to the side and up against a warm body. It was smaller than I would have liked, and way too feminine for my liking. “Jesus! Do you have a bullhorn or something?” Charlotte said, and I cracked one eye open to see her sprawled out on top of the blanket. The smell of death wafting from her made me cringe, and I shoved my face into the pillow before realizing the smell was my own breath.

asked the warrior on the left. "I am Charlotte, nice to meet both of you," she said after bowing. The warrior asked her again. "You are not living here, are you?" "I am from this place, I often hide in the cave at my back and I don't go out often!" she responded. The warrior looked at Charlotte pervertedly. He gradually maneuvered himself toward her. He leaned over and placed his lips next to her ears. "You are so beautiful, Charlotte! Do you have a romantic partner?"

Everything to make a man go crazy was intact and sumptuous. I wondered why my love life was messy. Well, the saying “no woman can hold a man who doesn’t want to stay” was all true, and I believe it now. I was sexier than that bastard he had been with in bed. I was even more beautiful, but still, he had cheated. “Hey Charlotte!” Angel interrupted my thoughts as she called my name loudly. I blinked, returning to reality. “What’s with you? You look carried away. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of your dead relationship.”

Charlotte paused, contemplating. Liam had to encourage, "With you? What is it? Tell me, Charlotte. Please." "Liam, I - I have been reborn, with memories of my last life," Charlotte revealed. "I don't know how or why. I used to think it was because of how much I suffered in my last life that the heavens had given me a chance to change my fate -" "Wait. Say that again," Liam requested, his face showed pure perplexity. Charlotte put her hands on Liam's face. She wept again as she revealed, "Liam, I have lived this life - this same life. The Charlotte Strauss that you met as a child - that married the bastard Timothy Cash."

I swallow the witch's brew and wait for him to continue. He downs half a cup in two swallows. "Charlotte is hard-working, concentrates on her education, uses all the gifts nature has given her to the best of her ability. She is.... terrifyingly courageous.... and as for money...." He swings his head and polishes off the cup, then stoops to refill. ".... it's of no interest to her at all, beyond the basic means to live. Getting her to spend on clothes or jewellery or the other trinkets most women want is pointless. Give her a library and a quiet spot and she's in heaven."