Novel Stonewall Charlotte Novels & Stories

No one knows she’s pregnant, and it would be devastating news for the Milestones and Hawks if the media found out she got pregnant before the wedding. After confirming no one else is around, Rachel glares at Charlotte, who chuckles as she checks the stain on her dress. “Don’t try to ruin others, or you’ll never know when your plans backfire.” Charlotte walks upstairs, deciding she doesn’t want to see them as family anymore. The Charlotte who loved her family dearly died a long time ago. Now, she will live the way she wants. Opening the door to the attic, she coughs, waving away the dust that blows around. A disappointed sigh escapes her as she realizes her favorite place is now a storeroom,

Nathan would no doubt kill Charlotte if he knew she was involved in Camille's escape. Charlotte had been nothing but supportive when Camille reached out begging for help. They had grown up with each other in the foster system but Charlotte eventually decided to try life out in the Big Apple. They had remained in touch but hadn't seen each other since they were eighteen. Charlotte had been there when Camille met Nathan. He had been polite, caring and sweet to the point that neither girl suspected him of having a much darker side. It was Charlotte that had convinced Camille to leave Nathan in the end, offering her a new life in New York along with a new identity. She could even get her a job c

He just smiled and pulled Natalie closer. “Let’s go inside.” Charlotte stomped her feet angrily. She had thought this was her opportunity to embarrass her. Why is she always so lucky? She wanted to take everything away from her and make her feel the pain she went through. But somehow she just keeps getting better. How did someone like her even know such a famous artist like Noah? Not only Noah, she even hooked up with a fucking famous model. The Jason Vallister. Liam just stood there, staring after the two retreating figures—his hands clenched. “Let’s go in”.

Maddox didn't let his mother finish speaking when he interrupted her. "Mom, I only said that to get rid of your anger, but I do love her. Truly." Maddox said sincerely. Lady Laenyra can see the genuineness in his eyes but is somehow worried for him. She shrugged. "How about her? Does she like you?" Lady Laenyra asked and Maddox couldn't put his answer into words. She sighed heavily. "She will come to love me one day, Mom." He said with a smile. While Maddox was happily talking to his mother. That very day, Yelena met Charlotte who was in Cion Brothel, and sold herself after she was banished from their family. Charlotte was in a VIP room, completely naked while surrounded by ugly, fat men ple

Charlotte’s puffed out chest and determined look diminished at Stefano’s reply, her insides had turned tohot lava ready to erupt at the look Stefano had given her. The man just oozed sex, hot passionate sex. Charlotte felt like a kid and Christmas. “Tonight? Are you serious? I’d love to go to Belagio with you!” Charlotte near jumped up and down with excitement, turning to Ethan and Josh, partly to extinguish some of the lava threatening to explode and because she needed to thank them for looking after her. “Thank you Josh for rescuing me and Ethan thanks as well, if you don’t mind I need to pack and I can’t be doing that if you guys are at blows.” Ethan looked at Charlotte, opening his mouth

She lived through such a situation, discriminated against because of her background, so she wouldn't come to pass any judgment on the fact that Selena was a stripper to be able to live in this cruel city. She and Maya stayed in the cafe for quite a while before parting ways. "Where were you, you stupid bitch.. I'm dying, didn't you find something to eat?" Charlotte clenched her jaw before forcing a smile. "I brought you some sandwiches and... » Charlotte received an object on her face, her forehead being injured when blood had already started to flow. "Bitch who are you feeding this shit to? Honestly, unless you're fucked, you're not much use" Charlotte gritted her teeth, one day she would k

For a fleeting moment, the rushed contract, the fights, and the power plays faded; just her, real and here. He padded slowly to the bed's edge, eyes tracing her form. Pink cat-print pajamas bunched adorably around her, childish whimsy masking the firecracker who'd slapped him without fear, stood toe-to-toe in the hospital, and defied maids and luxury alike. No one would guess—she's a storm in a girl's clothing. Vanessa's lingering shadow receded; Charlotte had cracked walls he'd mortared after that graduation hell, her stoic spine and unblinking gaze seeping through fissures no one else touched. Why her? Why now?

really meant with him. My brain was fried when I finally packed my books and started heading out. The hallways were nearly empty, shadows stretching long under the flickering lights. I turned the corner and froze. Charlotte. She was leaning against the lockers, manicured nails tapping her phone. Beside her, Emilia shifted uncomfortably, eyes glued to the floor. “Well, well,” Charlotte purred, pushing off the locker. “If it isn’t Blackridge’s favorite charity case.” I clenched my jaw. “Not in the mood, Charlotte.”

Helena Dinkins had been to nieve, raised in a privileged household, he had married her to stabilize his attempt at building a legal business which to his luck became a reality with Vintage Hub. “I have been away for too long now, my love.” “You have been.” Charlotte said in between kisses. “Tell me about that new loser in the game, Edward Crane.” Charlotte froze for a split second, she withdrew her lips from his and got down from his waist. It felt like the world was crashing down as her body became icy cold instantly. She felt shivers run down her spine. “Do I call this a mere coincidence, my love?” She said and Graham raised a curious brow.

Charlotte ended the call and sat down beside my tombstone, leaning against Jonathan's shoulder. The wind blew past, carrying a faint scent of gardenias. She closed her eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks. "I don't want to live anymore, either. You're the one who turned me from a rookie actress nobody knew into the A-lister that I am now. I decided a long time ago that I was yours, so why wouldn't you even look at me?" When the police arrived, Charlotte didn't struggle. She quietly held out her hands. The moment the cuffs closed around her wrists, she turned back for one last look.