Aunt Charlotte The Patriot Novels & Stories

She loved them too and she was a dirty rotten liar. Aunty Charlotte wasn’t a liar though. At least, I didn’t think she was at first. Aunty Charlotte didn’t go rushing away for work. She let me eat lots of ice cream and played with me for hours. Mommy tried to join in too. She tried to play with us but I didn’t let her. I wanted Mommy to know what it felt like to be left out. Mommy loved other children so I loved Charlotte too. It was revenge.

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.”

He turned towards his office. He got to his office, and walked inside. "I have been waiting for you, where have you been?" He heard and turned to the couch to see his father and brother. "I went to pick the girls up from school." He sounded uninterested, striding to his chair. Xavier knew they came here to discuss Charlotte with him, and he is tired of having the same conversation. "Uncle Antonio is at the station, Aunt Jane Called that he was arrested earlier this morning." Bryan spoke up, but he didn't look in his direction.

Jon was poked awake by a decrepit maid and told, “Meester Fond ess downstares.” The smells of the dream still lingered in his nostrils. He changed clothes, tossing the dirty ones back into the case with the clean, and hurried down curving stairs to a sparsely furnished living room. Father was there in a plush leather chair. The woman from the photographs sat beside him in a wheelchair. A red blanket was tossed casually around her. Father rose. “Jon, I want you to meet your great-aunt Charlotte de Courrière. The last of the Order of the Bright Dawn.”

HUDSON’S POV “Who would have thought that we would be free of that ungrateful brat?” Mom beamed, casting me a meaningful look. “I know, right? Good riddance to bad rubbish." Aunt Claire added with a chuckle. “What’s important now is for Charlotte to nurse her health; my grandson can’t suffer any more stress, okay?” “Yes, aunt, I will be careful now,” Charlotte said with a big smile. “Nonsense, call me mom,” my mom gushed out. And it only made Charlotte smile brighter.

‘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.

"Son, where have you been? Your aunt Gina told us that you wanted to talk to Charlotte privately; is there something wrong?" "No, don't worry; nothing is wrong," I told my father, while my mother was glaring suspiciously at me. "Uncle Xander, can you go and pick Charlotte up? It's time to begin with the ritual." "Okay son" A few seconds later The door opened, and Charlotte stepped in, holding her father's arms and walking towards me. She looked beautiful in her white gown. and for a second I imagined Angie, my mate in her white gown, walking towards me with a big smile on her face, and my heart flattened.

Brown's anger, "Grandma, that land is said to have been predetermined to be sold to others." "What?" Mrs. Brown was shocked, she was so angry that she almost got a heart attack. Charlotte feigned to be worry, soothing grandma's chest, and said, "Grandma, it's not uncle's fault. After all, there are lots of people watching that land. But rest assured, I have found a stronger help, and there's hope to get the land back." "Well. Good, lucky to have my granddaughter, Charlotte." Mrs. Brown gave a sigh, and squinted at Rita, "Unlike someone, not only does she never bring benefits to the family, but also disgrace us!"

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.

So even though they moved out, the villa was still left behind. Over the years, Greyson has always hired people to come and clean. It's been over a decade now, but it's not much different from Charlotte's childhood memories. She looked at the familiar layout and familiar sofa, and heard the lively noise outside. Charlotte just dropped her water cup and ran out, "Uncle Dwayne! Aunt Paityn!" Haven't seen each other for over a year, now seeing Charlotte, her eyes immediately turned red. Paityn Villanueva opened her arms, Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then ran over and hugged her, just like when they were kids, snuggling in her arms and said, "Aunt Paityn."