Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

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."

She ran toward Benjamin's bedroom to investigate. Emily was standing against the door of Benjamin's bedroom and she pressed her ear against the door. "No! It's not good news. I am pregnant but this can't happen. My husband never touched me." A wide mischievous smirk appeared on Emily's face as she heard Charlotte panicking. "So, the bitch actually spread her legs for someone other than her husband. I can't believe it. After everything, she had the audacity to do something like that." Emily thought but her mind was still busy listening to everything Charlotte was saying.

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.

She glanced at her phone, then at the door, as if expecting someone to walk in. I wasn’t there, but she’d told me to stay back—to let her handle a strange request for a "friendly chat" from someone who wouldn't disclose their identity. That in itself was odd. Charlotte was cautious, and she never walked into anything without a plan. But Emily had found her way through the cracks. The woman who sat down across from Charlotte looked poised, serene even. But under the polish, she was a viper. Emily. My former stepsister, my betrayer. I didn’t need to be in the room to imagine the way her smile didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Patricia's eyes narrowed slightly as she removed her glasses to be sure it was him She took a few steps closer, her heels clicking on the floor, and Tyler turned, sensing her presence. Their eyes met, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. " Hi tlyer long time no see, who's she your new girlfriend" she asked with a sly smile. Tlyer just rolled his eyes. " Hello am Emily and am not his girlfriend,he was just showing me the company."Emily said and she nodded " Okay, since you're busy I'll leave you now"

Charlotte couldn't quite explain the feeling, but in that moment, she reminded herself of that night when she didn't impulsively declare her affection. Regarding Elizabeth's message, she didn't know how to respond, and in the end, Charlotte only replied with an "I don't know" emoji. She opened Daisy's message: "Lottie, are you awake? Did the dog man cheat on you? Tell me, I'll help you beat him to death!" Charlotte was dumbfounded: "No." Even if she had it, this fake Mrs. Romero, in the face of true love, nothing mattered. Oh, it's fake after all.