Charlotte Bronte Novels & Stories

You'd know you crossed the witch's land when you start to feel their magic in the air, you could tell you're on their land, the air is thicker, there's electricity all over the place and the feeling of being doomed, it's their protection spells, but I ignored them all, needing to get over to Charlotte. By the time I got to her house, I felt exhausted, I felt like all the energy and power were drained out of my body, but I made it there and then I knocked on the door, I waited for Charlotte to open the door, I hoped for Charlotte to be home sleeping off the night before. The door soon opened and out came a little girl with green hair, I knew who she was right away, the green creature, Charlot

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

And before she could stretch her thought further, she felt a touch at the back of her left hand. "We have reached the venue, let's go down." This was the voice of her chief bridesmaid, who was also her best friend and her name was Bridget. A trip of so many minutes was like seconds to Charlotte. She had been thinking of what will happen to her life after this day, the death of her career and the inconsiderable words of her parents.

Let's celebrate your promotion. Charlotte frowned. She wondered, "Who is this person?" *** Author's Notes: This novel is my entry to a goodnovel contest. Aside from reading, please help me win by giving gem votes. Thank you in advance!

~Richard~ I swallowed and nodded hastily, dismissing the thoughts of how things ended. “Yeah, of course. I felt the emotions from your characters right from the beginning of the book.” I looked at her and saw a knowing smile on her face, like she could see right past the façade I put up. “Okay.” She shrugged, still refusing to look away. I reached into the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a book, a favorite from when I was much younger: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë.

No man could resist her! “Do I know you?!” Hinting at a sarcastic tone, Charles looked at Charlotte distantly. Charlotte felt faint but managed to pull herself together and replied confidently. “Oh, I’m Charlotte Steffan, the mayor’s daughter. We’ve met several times at my dad’s parties.” She smiled as prettily as she could. She would not miss this opportunity, unlike Emily, who had nothing. She was rich and powerful, while Emily was just a charity case at their school. Thinking about this, Charlotte smirked triumphantly.