Novel Stonewall Charlotte Novels & Stories

I bit down on my lip to keep from making a sound. "Charlotte." I spun around.Isaac stood in the doorway of the girls bathroom, his hand pressed against the door frame, his eyes taking in the scene in one second. The tap running. My arm under the water. My face."Get out," I said sharply. " This is the girls bathroom.""I know." He walked in anyway and let the door swing shut behind him. "Give me your arm.""Isaac...!""Give me your arm, Charlotte.

Heck, I think if Charlotte did lose, she would have fought the winner. She smirks at Charlotte. "I won't give up that easy." She had just finished talking when Charlotte launched at her. "I'm getting tired of everyone saying they want Damon," Charlotte snarled and she kicked her in the stomach, sending Stella a few meters in the air before dropping to the ground with a loud thud. "Dammit, that must have hurt," Vincenzo chuckles. I nodded in agreement, feeling proud of my mate. Stella was lying curled up on the ground and I could hear her whimpering from pain. Charlotte walked up to her slowly, and as Stella was about to stand up, Charlotte kicked her again.

Charlotte POV Ive been spending hours in the conference room adjusting these plans when Nova came running in. “Charlotte!” She yelled. “What’s wrong?” My hand had black smugges on the side of it from the pencil. “Short version, Waylon accepted me as a member into his pack, Axel accepted me and Waylon knows your hiding something.” She said it all in one breath. Paul was standing in the corner of the room. He lefted an eye brow at me. “He already knew that. He has been fishing around.” I waved off her concern.

“Charlotte became convinced that the hospital had stolen her baby. That they had stolen him and sold him into an underground adoption ring. She tried several times to break into the hospital’s offices, determined to find proof that they had stolen and sold her son. She attempted to abduct one of the midwives and attacked a doctor. She went on hunger strikes, protested outside the hospital, tried to get reporters interested in her story… She was sectioned and spent six months in an institution receiving treatment, and developed an interest in gardening. I arranged for her accommodation here.” He remembered the look on Charlotte’s face when he had visited her in the institution and had asked w

CHARLOTTE “Petty,” Nathan said coldly, pulling away from the strange woman’s embrace. His face was tight with disgust when he said again, “Petty. Meet my wife, Charlotte,” The strange woman, or Petty as Nathan called her, turned to me. She scrunched her nose in distaste, eyes roaming as she took me in. The way she looked at me made my skin crawl, and when she was done looking, she turned back to face Nathan.

CHARLOTTE Three hours since I stepped into the luxurious apartment of Clinton Hinns—the irresistibly hot stranger who had picked me up from the festival grounds for pleasure. Within minutes, I was already melting in his grasp. From admiring his room to exchanging subtle flirts, his daring, crude questions, and almost coming undone on his fingers, it felt like I’d stepped into a fantasy. He had just told me to go nasty for him, and with a gasp accompanying his order, I stared deep into his piercing grey eyes. They were rimmed with some kind of condom drum. I couldn’t explain.

“Do you want me to put my hand back inside of you? I can, but I need to make room for my cock. Or did we forget about that part of me?” Charlotte could have laughed; there was no way she would ever be able to forget about that part of him. Of course, there was now plenty of room for it. She had ridden her fair share of good sizes, yet none had quite reached the circumference that her lips had experienced with this one. He was like something out of an erotic novel, and it almost made her afraid that this was all in her head. That it was a dark fantasy she had built while afraid of being alone, exhausted from her walk, and traumatized from finding a skeleton in a church.

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.

After that, Adrian never came looking for me again. I only heard that he'd had the most extravagant wedding gown custom-made for Charlotte in Italy, given her a priceless pink diamond, and brought her to meet the old Don. The East Coast underworld was full of it. "Miss Charlotte's so lucky, cherished by the Vance Don like she's the apple of his eye." "Miss Charlotte isn't just highborn, she's kind and generous too. She knows that old Ashford survivor, Eve, lives poor as a rat now, and she even wants to give her some money out of charity."

"Disgusting! Don't act innocent. I've seen more than my fair share of tricks like yours—more than you'd think. Why not stay at home on a hurricane day? Why summon another woman's husband out in extreme weather? Is that what you call being 'ordinary friends'? "Weren't you supposed to be abroad for treatment? What, couldn't cut it overseas so you came back to sponge off others?" Charlotte turned to Calvin, a pitiful pout playing on her lips. "It seems my coming back was a mistake. But I really wanted to see you, to obtain closure for that chapter of my life. I suppose I'll leave tomorrow. You should lead a good life with Heather." With that, she fled. As she ran, he chased behind. She had nowh