Aunt Charlotte The Patriot Novels & Stories

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.

“You scared of her? You should be. She’s my cousin. We were raised together. She has the same speed and the same temper as me. You boys are gonna like her—she knows exactly how to have fun with bastards like you.” “Damn it!” grumbled the shorter one. “She sent one of my cousins to the cemetery just this week.” “Really?” Jack replied, clearly amused. “I’m sure he deserved it. The Colt family isn’t known for its patience.” Charlotte was already on the phone. The sheriff said she would come personally to collect the men. When Charlotte returned to her husband, Jack pulled her into his arms, silently promising himself that he would protect her at any cost. “Are you okay, my love?” he asked, conc

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.”

"Mrs Matilda told me, she told me he was a good guy, he took care of you, and stuck to you when your father died." "Yes, he was a good guy, even though he hid the fact that he was from a Wealthy family, he was always getting us buying us stuff, until one day, he vanished." "It's okay, I'm here for you, I will always be here for you whenever you need me. Why don't we return home, the girls must be waiting for us." "Okay, but you know we need to pick up my wedding dress from the store." Charlotte responded, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

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!"