Yami X Charlotte Novels & Stories

If not, Carl would serve his head to his bull dogs. Amanda furrowed her brows, a hint of bewilderment in her eyes. Before she could ask him anything, Charlotte appeared at the scene, her gaze flicking at both Mason and Amanda. She was in a crop top and denim shorts that exposed her beautiful brown gorgeous thighs. Unlike the rest, Charlotte was black. She was a mixed race from an Africa and Spanish descent. Removing her headphone, she smiled as she greeted Amanda. “Yo! Just decided to take a night stroll. Didn't expect to see you guys,” she said, her beautiful teeth showing through a smile.

A handbag was pushed into Charlotte’s arms. Charlotte did not grab it, and her voice was still indifferent. “What’s this?” Jezebel shook the bag. “Can’t you take a look at it yourself?” Charlotte took the bag from her, opened it, and saw two birth certificates, an identity card, and a bank card inside. The owner of the identity card was called “Xyla Yates”, and her address was in Norwich, which was located thousands of miles away from Rothesay. However, the woman in the photo on the identity card was Charlotte!

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.

She asked, "What is it?" Meeting her distant gaze, Damon became even more convinced she must have seen him with Charlotte Sumner tonight. Charlotte was Brandon's older cousin. She had come over for a business meeting and had taken the opportunity to invite Damon and Brandon to dinner. Since she lived near Prospectus Technology, Damon had offered her a ride. Because Charlotte had gone abroad for her studies in middle school, it was unsurprising that Nyla didn’t know her, especially as Charlotte had only returned to Saintornia a year after her accident at sea.

[Charlotte] My knees buckle as they hit the edge of the bed. Micah stands over me, tall and imposing, my face at eye level with certain body parts that I am all too familiar with from that night two months back. I force myself to look up at his eyes. His gaze traps me, his hazel eyes now completely green with the power of his desire. “I am going to kiss you, Charlotte,” he explains as he leans down, his impressive imposing as he folds himself in half bringing his face level with my own.

I wondered why these two had come here for or why my kids sounded so excited to see them. "Hello, welcome to our humble home. This is Starrymoon pack and I am Charlotte Riley Helm. I'm also the luna of this pack. How do I owe you this pleasant visit." I asked. I watched Alex make gestures to me as if I would understand the signs she made with her hand. Damien was also mouthing something to me. But I still didn't understand. I only turned away from them when I heard the guy clear his voice probably wanting my attention so that he would answer my questions.

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

And she always got what she wanted. Three streets down away from where Elijah worked, Charlotte and Amara had completely forgotten about their lives back at home, they were enjoying each others company and making fun of people way too much. They walked down the busy street that was filled with different kinds of shops. Although Charlotte was having the time of her life, she just couldn't shake her thoughts away.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

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.”