Romans & histoires Aunt Charlotte In The Patriot

‘Thanked the goddess, she’s far more beautiful than her mother…’ Charlotte had big brown eyes, long silky dark hair, skinny hourglass figure with pale white skin. She was only twenty years old but she had a huge ambition to become a successor of Paltiti Kingdom after his father passed away. “Father, do you need me to kill Engram for you?” she suddenly asked. Charlotte despised Engram since she knew that his brother was a son of a mistress. He was one of the reasons that made her mother go away from the castle. “No need, my dear, your father already took care of it…” Edgar replied shortly.

Charlotte opposed. Patricia filled a part of her mouth with a venomous smile. “Cohen, tell your mother to keep calm or your pleading won’t count again. Your tears won't even help the situation anymore,” she let out. “If she doesn’t shut up now, I may ask her to kneel instead.” “Me? Kneel for you? I will never kneel for you even if it’s the only option to keep me alive! I will rather die than kneel down for you witch!” Charlotte declared and splat saliva.

Charlotte realized Logan was nowhere to be seen; she had forgotten about him completely. "Thank you all for coming tonight! We wanted to throw this little get-together to honor my niece and her soon-to-be husband," Charlotte's mother said, smiling tenderly towards Mary. "Genevieve would be very proud of who her daughter has become." A tear streaked down Mary's cheek. Genevieve was Charlotte's aunt, her mother's younger sister, and Mary's mother, who passed away when Mary was only ten years old. Charlotte didn't remember her too well, but she did recall that she had been talked about mostly in whispers. There was some story about her running off with a hippie while she was still married to Ma

In fact, it looked like he was the same age as her or even younger. He was sitting next to Rosalia, her aunt who was her father's sister. Due to having a good relationship with Rosalia, Charlotte immediately approached the aunt and greeted, “Aunt Rosalia.” Rosalia smiled gently, “You must be very tired. I am so sorry, I'm here on short notice.” Charlotte, who still didn't understand, just nodded without daring to glance or ask her aunt about the young man sitting next to her. “Rosa, get on with it,” Charles said, impatiently.

Charlotte stood on her own two feet and looked around to see if anything could be found. Today she will kill this man. Only because of this animal who was standing in front of her, her happy family was over. Alice and she, both of the sisters, lost both of their mother and father and became orphans. Charlotte was searching for something so that she could hit Liam Graham. She was wanting revenge so hard that she wouldn’t regret it if she even killed Liam Graham.

He said, "Yes, that was Charlotte. The iconic Charlotte Strauss." Charlotte, "???" "Fascinating," Pete said, and Charlotte saw how her grandfather nodded approvingly in Liam's direction. Charlotte's new husband, on the other hand, flushed. It made Charlotte wonder what else she would find out about Liam now that they were married. She silently said, 'One day, I will ask Graham about everything.' Liam's other relatives called through a video call next. Charlotte was presented to Liam's Aunt Kenzie and Uncle Andrew. Charlotte was immediately drawn to the pair because Liam's Aunt Kenzie was bubbly, and his Uncle Andrew was a funny guy.

Aunty Joan asked, still seated on the ground with her arms crossed. With her long skirt and a piece of tissue stuck to her face, her aunt looked comical but Charlotte was much too confused to find it funny. "N-no. Uh... I'm sorry Aunty Joan. Let me help me up." Charlotte said, dropping her bags to help her aunt. "Don't touch me. Where are my medicines?" Aunty Joan asked. Charlotte quickly picked up her bag and pulled out the pouch of drugs. "Did you buy everything I asked?" Aunty Joan asked. Charlotte nodded. Relief washed over her when her aunt smiled.

I peeked around the corner to see Charlotte holding the napkin, staring down at it. Was she just going to take it, I wondered? After everything she’d said, everything we’d agreed on, she was going to— Rip. My brows shot up as I watched charlotte tear the napkin in half and chuck it into a nearby trashcan. Pride flared within me as I watched the scene. “That’s our girl,” my wolf purred. I shoved him down, rolling my eyes at the choice of phrase, and listened. “Kieran and I are allies,” Charlotte was saying. “We both want what’s best for Nora. That’s it.”

I gasped, “how can you say such a thing? Of course I care about you.” I looked to Andrew for help, but he didn’t defend me. Instead, he asked Oliver how he got home. “Aunty Charlotte picked me up,” Oliver declared, immediately perking up. His entire expression changed when he said her name. “She has a new car, Dad. A sports car. It’s so cool.” Andrew and Oliver launched into a conversation about Aunty Charlotte and her new car, casting me off to the side and completely ignoring me. Charlotte. Again, I thought to myself.

Nathan gently brushes a strand of her hair from her face and tucks it behind her ear. “My debt to Charlotte,” he says. “Thanks to her, I have all this. When she was investigating your parents’ deaths, she also called up Don Abbott, my uncle. She told him what was going on and how I was being mistreated at home. Her call saved my life. Thanks to her tip, Hal was able to reduce my sentence and got me out of jail. When Hal told me this, I decided to pay back my debt to Charlotte. But it’s a pipe dream now.”