Aunt Charlotte The Patriot Novels & Stories

My aunt had told me several things about the young woman who had won her affection and admiration in such a short time, something uncommon for her usually cautious personality. My aunt was a kind and loving person, but she wasn't one to form attachments to people so quickly as she had with Charlotte. Not even with Nicole, who was as young as Charlotte when she started taking care of Eloá, had she been won over so easily. Charlotte was very young, turning nineteen on that day, and I knew it was completely wrong to be thinking of her the way I had been since I met her at the museum. The fact that my aunt Melanie kept talking about her wasn't making my life any easier, quite the opposite. She w

"I firmly believe that no one will stay bad forever. Besides, Charlotte was just a homewrecker. It's not like she's a criminal." "You can't mix those things together. They're two separate things." "Kid, are you going to do a live stream or not? If you don't, I'll have to send this Grand Gift to someone else." "Have you found his location? I am geared up and ready to go." "Charlotte's done many terrible things. She copied Madam and was a relationship advice livestreamer for a while, but she led someone into getting pregnant before marriage… Isn't that just leading young women astray? If youths learn to have morals like hers, they'll ruin their lives."

Seeing him alive infuriated him more, his revenge couldn’t be complete until he killed Drake Harris. Mr Potter on the other hand was focused on the coffin. He knew there was nobody in it. Charlotte and her men were burnt beyond recognition and the few pieces of her ashes that were recovered, were deposited in the cemetery already. For some reason, he missed Charlotte Duke’s charm, if only she hadn’t interfered in their dealings with the Harris family. The priest announced that Charlotte Duke left a message, she wanted it projected. Everyone straightened up on their seats, as the huge display screen came to light, Charlotte’s bold face came to light. She had her usual burgundy lipstick and lo

“it’s okay Frank, just do what you want to do” “but what about daddy, what are we going to do now mummy” she asks. Even her little hands were shaky. “we move, charlotte, we have no home here anymore, and although it is painful, we have to go” Hayes may have never loved Romero, but she’d be damned if she didn’t love his little girl, she had the bravery the jaguar women lacked, and each day she found herself becoming more attached to the bundle of energy that is charlotte.

Dionne turned and left her and went back to the hall very angry. Charlotte was in tears, but she was not ready to change her decision. To her, her decision has come to stay. Who will convince her? She was ready to put her desire in between herself and her parents on the account of marrying a total stranger. "Do you want to let your parents down?" A voice hit her from behind. She knew that voice. It was no other person than her beloved aunty whose name was Stella. Charlotte turned and when she saw her, she wept the more. This time, in a well intense manner. She knew she could lean on Stella's shoulders.

“Mommy, why do I have to call you Aunt?” Charlotte could not understand, tilting her head in an I-wonder-why fashion. “I will explain it to you when we get home. But for now, can you listen to Mommy?” “Okay.” Charlotte nodded, her voice tender. Something made Summer curious, so she tidied Charlotte’s clothes and asked, “Why didn’t you let the gentleman hold you just now?” Licking her sweet lips, Charlotte sniffled and shook her body as if she was cold. “I don’t like that gentleman. It feels like he could freeze me. Besides, he is not as handsome as Uncle Handsome.”

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

Just then, Charlotte's phone rang. Aunty Tanya. Immediately Charlotte picked, her voice rang out. “Charlotte… how's my babies?” Charlotte smiled widely. If there was anyone she needed to thank so well for survival, it was Aunty Tanya. “They're well Aunty, maybe you should visit again soon.” Charlotte said smiling. Astor stood holding Charlotte on the waist, as though they'd take her away from him. “How's your husband?” Aunty Tanya asked, making Charlotte a little shy.

Even with Aunt May gone, she could still feel her presence whenever she looked at her house. “She was so proud of you,” Charlotte said to her when the street cleared once more. Jenny looked at her sister with confusion before correcting her. “Us. She was proud of us.” Charlotte shrugged. “She always talked about how you have everything so intact. Gosh,” Charlotte chuckled, “she was in love with your fierce determination for life. And success. And independence. Every time she spoke to me about you, her eyes would fill with the pride of a mother’s eye as she pictured you, the five-year-old girl who had knocked on her door twenty years ago.” They laughed together, tears of reminiscing streaming

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.