Characters In Charlotte's Web Novels & Stories

Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights such as rats. Charlotte, in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the prongs. "I came to see if you needed any help?" The smile again. "Thanks, but I'm fine." She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in her barrow. "It's nice to get back to a normal life, isn't it." She holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. "Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My father dead..."

Alice nodded in sympathy. Even though Charlotte had just told us about her horrible childhood, she still had a positive attitude. While we continued to pull weeds, Charlotte told us what she knew about the Golden Hive. She had made friends with some of the girls who had been here for a long time. I tried to memorize all the information that she was throwing at me, but she talked very fast. Most of it was things that I already knew before I joined. Alice and I mostly listened to her. I liked both of them and I was glad that they were my roommates. They were opposites, with Charlotte being outgoing and bubbly, and Alice more reserved and insightful.

he continues, "I thought you were my wife, and I know she's not here today. There is a striking resemblance." Odd.... Charlotte's looks are quite unusual.... .... Still, a man like Haswell is bound to have a beautiful wife.... "Charlotte, Michael," I say. "Let me introduce Richard Haswell, Founder and CEO of The Haswell Corporation." And I see it there. Charlotte approaches him, her hand held out to shake. But the smile.... and the look in her eyes.... "Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell." As she speaks, I see the sub offering herself to the Dom.... Her pupils dilate madly, her great green eyes like saucers. Her breath hitches....

When Charlotte finished untying the girl, she took her by the hand and ran to the boat. "Just stay here, little kid. Wait until we turn back!" said Charlotte. "Who are you?" asked the child. Charlotte smiled to the girl. "My name is Charlotte, and I came here to rescue you!" Charlotte went to Alexander's location to help him with her katana. They managed to defeat the bandits and immediately boarded the boat. Unfortunately, strong waves sunk their small boat, drowning them all. Alexander manages to save the child but failed to see Charlotte.

chapters Ten written by: rosapearl MILLER POV Finally school is over i did not concentrate in class my eyes were focusing on Charlotte. She was really focused, even thou I knew she is the brilliant type, she shone through out the lesson. From watching her I have note a lot of things about her, her habit of touching her hair when she is writing or focusing on something to the cute little mole on the back of her neck. "I wouldn't mind touching it" I whispered to myself

A role his wife Helena Dinkins could never play right because she wasn’t made for the trenches but Charlotte was. Her assistant rushed back to the warehouse, by them, the men were already on their knees apologizing to her, they had gone against her rule, she had specifically told them not to take in younger children to work. Her traumatizing childhood gave her the emotional attachment to helping children despite her strictness in the underworld. “Miss Charlotte.” The assistant called breathing heavily. She raised an eyebrow signaling he continued despite his obvious effort to catch his breath. “He is here.” He said again, this time around, Charlotte’s body language changed.

“Charlotte, before Ruby died, she told me that Mark wasn’t your only accomplice. There’s another man.” Charlotte let out a mocking laugh. “So what? Do you want me to tell you who he is?” Her laughter grew louder, more sinister. “Yes, Ruby was right. Besides Mark, there is another man. Someone who’s been even better to me than Mark. He’s been helping me from the shadows all these years. Are you dying to know who he is?” As she spoke, Charlotte’s gaze shifted, ever so briefly, toward Hawk. Hawk’s brows furrowed sharply, his expression darkening as he lunged forward and grabbed her by the throat. “Stop playing games! Answer the question!”

Harry listened carefully to his mother as she explained everything that had happened that day. Charlotte watched the fire dancing by the fireplace as if it would help her recall what really happened that day. Charlene asked permission to go to a friend’s house. Charlotte knew something was off that day because Charlene never had friends besides Weiss and Louise but she still let her as long as the knights would be with her. Charlene left in a hurry after picking the most simple dress she had in the closet and kissed her parents goodbye. “When we found her, she was surrounded by—” Charlotte shifted her gaze to her hands and fidgeted her fingers. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Luna Charlotte Third Person POV... "Ahh, you are finally awake," Charlotte lifted her weak head to see Sylvester's grinning face. She looked around and saw what looked like an old basement. Charlotte struggles against the chains, but they only burn her further. She tried to blast the chains off her hands with magic, but it didn't work. "Well, well, the powerful Tribrid has been caught, and no one knows where you are," Sylvester laughs. Charlotte let out a growl as she tried to jump at him. "I've been permitted to torture you a bit." Sylvester chuckles as he looks at his brother's only daughter.