Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

I stood outside the door as I patted my chest gently and knocked on it gently. I could hear soft sobs and my heart clenched at the sound of her crying. The door opened to reveal Roselia's face and she had a sad apologetic look on her face. “Can I come in?” I asked and she opened the door wider, giving me space to come in. I walked in and saw Charlotte crouched on the ground, a red dress in her hand Catherine must have taken the bait. I walked up to her and crouched in front of her and she raised her head to look at me, her face stained with tears.

she moaned when his lips found its way to her neck. Elizabeth's eyes closed when Aleksander slowly stripped her gown, revealing the fairness of her femininity . She had never done this before but based on her mentors' stories about love and romance, she already had a few ideas on how to arouse a man. Brave as she could ever be, Elizabeth pushed Aleksander away from her. And let her gown slip on her legs, leaving her bare womanhood to the General's eyes.

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

Charlotte asked. "It's just a question. I'm just asking." Mr Hardy said. "It's none of your business sir. I am here to work." Charlotte said. Charlotte left his office and grabbed her old uniform. She went to the bathroom and changed. She came back outside and started taking orders. "Aren't you Charlotte Dalton?" A teenage girl asked. "Yes I am." Charlotte answered sharply. "Wow! The young girl exclaimed. "This is Charlotte Dalton, wife of Tyler Dalton." She screamed.

Anita was pregnant for Ethan’s baby, Anita her half sister that she never acknowledged and Ethan her contract marriage husband that she was going to marry for real. Maybe it was time, maybe it was time she met her father. Emily wasted no time, she changed out of the silk bathrobe that caressed her skin into a flowery flowing gown, she let her hair ruffle down her shoulder without a care in the world. Her lips still stained red from the red wine and half- drunk but sober enough to understand her decision. She downed the remaining glass of wine, considering she needed to be more drunk to carry out this task. Just as she stepped out of the hotel, she took out her phone and sent a quick text to

Charlotte replied. "You are not from Willow Creek." It was not a question, but rather a statement he said aloud. Charlotte gave a slow nod. "Yes, that's right. I'm a historian. I travel to research older towns like Willow Creek and learn about their origins. My name's Charlotte Barnes."

Emily thought but her mind was still busy listening to everything Charlotte was saying. "If only she had the speaker on and o could listen to what the person on the other side was saying." Emily wished. "That's not possible because I am still a virgin. I never slept with anyone. Not even my husband. I need to speak with Father John." Emily frowned in confusion then a disgusted look appeared on her face when she imagined Charlotte with Father John. "She used to visit him almost every single day. I never thought they were banging each other. Who am I to judge? Everyone has their own dark sexual fantasies. Shame that yours will get me whatever I want." Emily thought. She was getting excited abo

The music was the perfect speed and rhythm and soon I was dozing off. I was startled from sleep by my mom yelling profanities at Emile. “Mom". I said, yawning. “Do you know your wife's not in the house?" She asked me, coming to sit at the table. I wasn't worried the slightest. I'd grown tired of seeing her on the bed everyday I got back. Charlotte was always reading a book, or doing whatever useless thing she said helped her grow. Tatiana was just a pain. “Really. Where did she go?" Emile has set a meal on the table already. I opened a plate and pulled it towards myself.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Patricia who was facing the window turned around and walked towards Emily. " You called for me?" Emily asked politely but deep down she was disappointed. " Yes I did, I want to ask you question" Patricia said, her voice firm and clear. Emily took in her appearance and nodded at her beauty, she was really beautiful and Emily noticed the resemblance between her and Ryan. * They really are cousins, they're both good looking* she smiled " You're smiling? " She heard pat say and her eyes snapped back to her only to meet an angry gaze.