Charlotte And Yami Novels & Stories

Charlotte didn’t hear the rest of that statement as she walked out, banging the door in her parent’s faces, frustration etched on her face. At the cafe~ Jasmine sipped her coffee slowly, glancing at her watch impatiently. Charlotte should have been here by now, so what was keeping her? Just then Charlotte entered. She took off her sunglasses and looked around the cafe until she found Jasmine waving at her. Her table was in the corner, further away from other people, making it the ideal place for their meeting. Charlotte walked to her with a bright smile and Jasmine stood up to hug her. To the onlookers, they probably seemed like good friends but the one thing that united Jasmine and Charlott

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

She was still smiling and Azraiel had a feeling that whatever of Charlotte was left in her was slowly fading away…. “Why did you feel angry, Charlotte?” He didn’t want her to submit to whatever this was. Azraiel watched her carefully as the smile wiped off her face and she flickered her eyes around the room…. “That…That girl…! She was hugging you….and…and you were hugging her...” This time it was a girl’s voice…almost like a teenager who was just told that her boyfriend is cheating on her….sad and hurt…! The Mate bond… Her wolf didn’t like Katya touching him…or him touching her….

The open door to the back stairwell. I took the stairs in two leaps, landing in the dark courtyard. And there, my world stopped. She was a crumpled heap of green velvet and silver thread on the dirty stones. Her hair fanned out like a dark shadow. A figure was straightening up from beside her, a flash of blonde hair. The scent hit me fully then. Not just unfamiliar. It was known. Kimberly. The she-wolf from Angela’s past. The betrayer. The murderer. She was here in my home. Touching my mate with those filthy hands of her.

I stretched out my hand, offering a handshake while saying, "Noah Anderson." She scoffed and didn't take my hand. Lucas just kept his angry eyes on me and then on Charlotte, whose silent stance now gave her the appearance of guilt. "I can't believe you guys would-" "Fuck you, Charlotte." Lucas said and started walking off, towards the restaurant. I guess they were coming here for a date. "I thought you were my friend." Charlotte said to Mary. "My best friend." Without a response, Mary walked off to join up with Lucas. Charlotte and I stood there, my arm around her shoulders, her heartbeat distractingly loud to my sensitive ears.

Across from her sat Maya. I had to admit, she looked stunning — an emerald dress Lila had lent her, dark hair pulled back in a neat bun. She didn't look like a nervous maid anymore. She looked like she belonged in a room like this, like she'd been waiting her whole life for someone to finally hand her a seat at it. As Arthur served the first course, Maya looked up, her eyes moving from Lila to me, and offered this quiet, grateful smile that seemed to warm the whole room.

She was the oldest member of the Pack Council and the only one who truly understood the old magic of the mate bond. Her cottage was small and smelled of dried lavender and bitter herbs. When she opened the door, her eyes, cloudy with age, fixed on me instantly. "You look like a shadow, Charlotte," she said, her voice like rustling leaves. "Come in." I sat at her wooden table. My hands were shaking. "Amara, I can't do this anymore. The bond... it’s killing me. Every time he chooses her, it feels like a dagger in my ribs." Amara sighed, pouring me a cup of dark tea. "The mate bond is a gift from the Moon Goddess, child. It is not easily broken."

Charli D’Amico never expected to become the captive of a Syndicate kingpin. Elijah Holder is the Head of the Snake. Ruthless, powerful, and feared by everyone who knows his name. He is her captor. She should hate him. She should want nothing more than to escape. Instead, Charli falls hopelessly in love with the man holding her prisoner, pulling her sisters into a world of dangerous men. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in the room is the one who makes you feel safest.

Teresa shook her head vigorously with a terrified look in her eyes and screamed, "Amaria No!!" As it charged towards Amaria, the Chimera jumped down from above and shrieked loudly.

Alessandra pleaded with her gaze for something, but Charlotte had no clue what. “Hello, darling. My name is Kallyah,” said the lady with the long hair and a friendly warm smile. “This is my sister, Lakyah. We are elders of the pack.” “Nice to meet you,” Charlotte smiled, offering a hand to shake. “I’m Charlotte.” Eros moved to stand by Charlotte’s side. For the first time since she met him, he appeared to be worried. “Hello, Charlotte,” Lakyah said. “You’ve made this pack very happy.”