Anime Charlotte Novels & Stories

"Maybe, I am. I really don't care. Not anymore. I'm done trying to please everyone. I'm done" Anya shook her head in disbelief. How had Yuka changed so much? ... Charlotte heaved a big sigh as she dropped down in a crouch position. Her muscles felt sore from all the hours she'd just spent on working out. Heaving another sigh, she rose to her feet and grabbed a towel. She cleaned up and slipped on her pants and leather jacket. Nightfall had arrived and the stars had taken their place in the night sky. Charlotte took a moment to admire their shimmering beauty. Then, she turned away to leave the sparing arena. She was startled by the figure sitting by the corner, shivering hard.

She says, “It’s an honor to be in your presence. I am Annette, Charlotte’s mother, and this is my husband George and our son, Lucas.” I hear my dad say, “Welcome to the Royal Pack. We will have some omegas lead you to the living quarters we have for you. Charlotte, we didn’t know where you would prefer to live. Will you be with your family for the time being, or would you prefer to move your things in with your mate?” I can hear the embarrassment in her tone as she asks David softly, “What do you think?” David’s voice is confident and happy as he answers for her, “Move her stuff to my room, please.”

"Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that." "You know, Ice Pick was once like this to a certain girl," Annie said again, "he made her his personal slave." "Yeah," Alice nodded in agreement, "Charlotte, the brown haired girl, pretty but has a nasty attitude. I wondered where she disappeared to." She stated with a shrug as she recalled, snapping her fingers lightly. "And I think you two are alike," Alice continued and faced Sophia, "I mean you and Charlotte but you're prettier and more interesting." She added.

“More like a slavery modernized work,” “You can put it any way you want, Miss Augustus. Anyway, I’m Miss Charlotte, Mr. Anderson’s personal assistant and the only person who has direct contact to him. If you want to inform him about anything, you have to go through me first,” I folded my hands against my chest as I listen to her annoying words. “Okay! I can’t blame anyone for my misfortune,” “That’s right. Also, welcome to our company and please, avoid Mr. Anderson for the rest of the day as he wanted. He’s a devil in a black suit,”

Charlotte threatened. "Oh please I don't and even if you do, he's not gonna believe you and I doubt you have the guts to stand before him" Ariana said with a chuckle. "Oh yeah, watch me do that" Charlotte said, wearing her slippers, she stood up and opened the door, pretending like she wanted to head out but Ariana didn't bulge or go after her. "Fine, I give up, your boss has cold and frightening eyes, how would I walk up to him?" Charlotte queried, returning and Ariana burst into laughter.

At more than 5 feet, she still has to raise her neck when talking to me, yes I'm that tall, 6ft5’ or more I think. "You look beautiful" I complimented. She blushed making her pale cheeks very red. "We should get going!" I announced and stretched my hands forward to take hers. We said goodbye to her mom and sister and left. I thought the drive was going to be a quiet one but it turns out Miss Charlotte is a Chatterbox!! Goodness Me! My ears are bleeding….. 👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ "Are you ignoring me?" I asked for the umpteenth time. This guy doesn't even want to help kill my curiosity. Who acts like this on a first date uhn?

It was the first time he saw all the she-cats at once. They were a sadly endearing group, juggling infirmaries and animosity with a quiet strength weaving in and out of their personalities. Getting them out of cat territory would not be easy. Esta was the cat referred to earlier as the Amazon, and she didn't hide her hatred of his species. She appeared to be the only cat without some kind of physical problem. Everyone babied Sheeba, but she batted their hands away when they tried to help her do anything. Nicolas thought that her blindness wouldn't be as hard to work with as Talya's missing limb. Zenya explained that Nikka didn't speak but that she was tough like Esta.

The girl who thought she could stand near Isaac McCall without consequences. Second period was chemistry. The lab smelled of old experiments and disinfectant. I partnered with Kate as always. We measured liquids and recorded numbers while the rest of the class pretended to work. Halfway through the period the door opened and a prefect handed a folded note to the teacher. The teacher read it, then looked straight at me. Charlotte. You are needed in the headmaster’s office. A soft ripple moved through the room. Kate’s eyes widened. I wiped my hands on a paper towel, collected my bag, and followed the prefect out.

Wilkins just stared at her dumbfounded and found her weird. "Okay." He chuckled nervously. "And where are you from?" "Just skip to the important part, old man." Her face was getting hard. "My name is Charlotte, daughter of Krepe, a motherfucker who is still dreaming about taking over Forester, lover of fights and bonus info, I can clean." She grinned in a weird way and Wilkins could only nod. "Okay." "So," she rose and stretched out a hand. "I'll say I'm resuming tomorrow, right?"

Others are closed but with viewing ports. And despite myself, I grow warm… I keep looking. I find Charlotte in the dungeon. All these clubs have one, and for that matter, I enjoy similar facilities in the comfort of my own home… This one has a series of viewing windows where a crowd has assembled. Hardly surprising really. Charlotte, by any measure, is a dazzling woman. Any man and many women would want to see what comes next. She's not alone. I recognise the blond man she was with, in reception that first day I saw her.