Charlotte Black Clover Novels & Stories

Hudson's POV I turned around with furrowed eyebrows, and almost immediately my lips parted in absolute surprise, my eyes widening as my brain processed what was happening before my eyes. Charlotte, who I last saw shining and delicate looking in her fancy sky blue dress, was now bawling her eyes while half running towards our designated seat. Her sky-blue dress was now a dark shade of burgundy, purple and… cream? I couldn't even tell anymore, the colors were all mixed up in different shades all over her dress, even her hair!

"That kind of evil... it should never be allowed to exist." "It was supposed to be ended five years ago," Charlotte said, wiping a lone tear from her cheek. "She was exiled, cast into the neutral zone. But a shadow like that doesn't just disappear. Sometimes I feel like she’s still out there, finding a new nursery to haunt." I looked at Charlotte, this strong, grieving mother, and I knew she was the key. She was the witness who would make the Eclipse Star bleed for their ignorance. “Let’s stop this emotional talk. I still want to show you the rest of the garden,” she suddenly exclaimed, clearly wanting to dispel the tension.

And yet, Charlotte had somehow transformed the pale yellow silk into something… much more mesmerizing. The fabric clung to her curves just enough to be tasteful, yet arresting. The high qipao neckline gave off an air of elegance, and her soft rose colored lips only highlighted the subtle confidence in her posture. To be honest, I hadn’t expected her to wear it so well. “Xeros!” It had hardly been a few seconds when the breathy voice reached my ears. Claire Joseph. The only daughter of Harry Joseph, one of our oldest family allies. She had always been excessively pampered and annoyingly persistent, but as long as she kept her obsession with me under control, she wasn't my headache to deal wit

With nothing left to hold onto, Charlotte walked down the empty streets, her heart heavy with despair. She wore a black veil that covered her completely, revealing only her eyes. She even had on dark sunglasses. She dared not walk in the open or be seen, nor did she dare expose Juliana’s crimes to the world.

It was simple but elegant, which is exactly my type. “I guess Nathan’s taste isn't bad at all,” Charlotte commented as she went beside me, wearing her tube black gown. It was also a simple one but the elegance couldn't be concealed from it. The color totally suits her aura. “What a gorgeous woman in black,” “BABE!” My brows arched when I saw Ford standing right through the door. Charlotte didn't waste time as she ran towards him and gave him a tight hug. A smile painted on my lips as I watched the two of them.

Her cat jumped up beside her and yowled, glared at her as she ignored him while she talked enthusiastically to Geal about the cows. Vinko hung back, looking at my horn, then he turned to Charlotte. “So, what’s your story, shewolf? Why are you dying your hair with black walnut?” “Why are you dying your cow friend with tar ink and chalk lye and spraying all your cows with something that smells like the beach after a storm?” Charlotte asked, then murmured in a low voice. “Is it because the minotaurs are back in the kingdoms?” Vinko appraised her with a hard look before he muttered, “It’s the only way to keep her safe.”

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

If not, Carl would serve his head to his bull dogs. Amanda furrowed her brows, a hint of bewilderment in her eyes. Before she could ask him anything, Charlotte appeared at the scene, her gaze flicking at both Mason and Amanda. She was in a crop top and denim shorts that exposed her beautiful brown gorgeous thighs. Unlike the rest, Charlotte was black. She was a mixed race from an Africa and Spanish descent. Removing her headphone, she smiled as she greeted Amanda. “Yo! Just decided to take a night stroll. Didn't expect to see you guys,” she said, her beautiful teeth showing through a smile.

she whispered brushing her lips against his cheeks. Her fingers fondled with the buttons on his shirt and within a minute, his bare chest was before her greedy eyes.. Charlotte raised a finger to his chest drawing small lines on him.. She untied the pink robe she was putting on to reveal a black lace lingerie that exposed a fair amount of her mounds, she pulled off the robe and watched it slowly drop to the ground.. "Just like how we had Ray, we are about to be bounded by another child, just in case you recover your lost memories"

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.