Charlotte Emily Novels & Stories

he laughs. “So how about you Kate? Any dark secrets lurking in your history?” he asks. “I don’t think Amelie is a dark secret, Colby, she’s a gift from the Moon Goddess and thank the Goddess she has you as her dad,” I say. I then pause to think and realize I don’t have any dark secrets. I may have had some poor choices along the way but I don’t feel embarrassed about my history.

Leaving the cemetery and getting into the car, Charlotte continued to chat incessantly. Suddenly, she asked Griffith, "How did you convince him to help you?" "Charisma." "Tsk—" The car started, and Charlotte opened the window, saying, "But you have a talent for dealing with children. You're almost as good as a wizard." She mentioned the call from Emily, saying that she wanted them to do some spying. Griffith disdainfully replied, "Who would trust them with useful secrets?"

Liam revealed. Charlotte thought back to the reason why she needed to see her mother. She had questions about her father. She hoped her mother could give. She replied to Liam, "I'll call her and set the date." *** Charlotte's mother, Charlene Walker, lived with her new family near Braeton, the city of Springwell. Her husband, Jeremy Walker, was a widower. Jeremy was a wealthy businessman with two children from his late wife, Jade, and Julian, both older than Charlotte.

he says dragging her along with him, she wanted to stay and keep on talking badly about me. As soon as they left, I had to deal with this, the fey, I didn't have any connection with the fey except with Caspian, I owed him my life, but he died, and I had no more connection to him. If Charlotte is their princess it means she's either Caspian's daughter or maybe Asher's daughter, but she refused to tell me who her father is, but if it's Caspian...

However, they acted differently whenever there were visitors, hiding the fact that she hadn’t been taken care of properly and had to eat leftover food from the previous day while they had fresh meals. Charlotte shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. She couldn’t dwell on such things when she had just found a family that was the opposite of the Wilsons, a family that treated her like their own. Taking off her clothes, she headed to the shower. Minutes later, she was lying on her bed, looking at the number Carl had sent her with a rolling-eyes emoji. She texted the number as soon as she saved it. “Hope you got home safe?” she texted.

For the Miller family, Charlotte was the ideal daughter, the golden child. And me? I was nothing but a substitute of Charlotte Miller. Her shadow. While I was still eating, her voice broke the silence. As usual, it sounded mean. "Wow, Emma," Charlotte said in a low voice as her shoes hit the marble floor. "You eat like an orphan who doesn't have any food." When I turned around, I saw Charlotte laughing as she leaned against the door with her arms crossed. I stopped moving, and my grip on the sandwich got tighter.

No more voice in the back of his head suggesting that life could be easier with someone else. "Daddy?" Charlotte appeared in the doorway. "I'm done with my math. Can you check it?" "Of course, little star." As they went over Charlotte's addition problems together, Emma came downstairs from tucking in Frankie. "Who was on the phone?" she asked casually, but Alek could hear the careful tone that meant she was trying not to seem jealous. "Katarina." Emma's face went very still. "Oh." "She called to say goodbye. She's moving to Switzerland for work."

One day, when you found out the truth that I hadn't orchestrated that incident six years ago, I hope you wouldn't regret it I clenched my fist as heavy tears streamed down my cheeks. DESMOND ELLIOT Just as Charlotte walked out of the room, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Liam calling. Liam was my cousin, my aunt's first child. But unlike her, he shared same similarity with my mom's kind and compassionate nature. People often mistook him for my mom's child because of their striking similarity. I answered the call, my tone cold as I speak. "What?"

Elena asked, glancing at her. Charlotte nodded, though her mind was still racing from her earlier encounter with William. “Just trying to keep up,” she said with a faint smile. Elena chuckled softly. “These events can be exhausting,” she said. “But you’re doing well. Better than most persons.” Charlotte chuckled, “what do you mean most persons?” She asked drawing closer. “Well.. you ain't like most persons I've worked for, I think you're different.” Elena commented, though a bit shaky.

he continued My hand tightened beside me but I didn't say a word only kept my eyes on him "So, Mr. Carter, I know you have history with Emily, but you should the both of you can never work out, after all, as far as I'm informed, Emily is your nephew's fiancee, isn't that right?" I smiled, more amused by his audacity that his arrogance "Mr. Cross," I started, stepping closer to him, "first, we don't have history, we're still together, I don't know where you got your information but it's obviously not correct. Second, my Emily is so beautiful and capable, it's only normal to have some flies buzzing around her, you liking her is also normal, after all she's irresistible, but as her man, it's my