Charlotte From H20 Novels & Stories

" James darts through to his office, returning with his computer. And Francis is already heading out of the office, returning moments later with her own machine. James taps furiously away, then pauses. He glances up. "Just downloading now... Ahh..." He taps again. Then he frowns... "It´s a password; ´Charlotte-01´, and several links to... to what?" Simultaneously, I log onto my own e-mail. "Yup. There´s something here from her, sent to me and James, and Richard and Francis. Looks like she was definitely going for belts and braces to get her message out..."

Filling each glass halfway with water, I asked, "Are you feeling hungry? I could send out for room service?" Charlotte tossed back her bourbon with all the care one would show straight water. She wasn't missing out on much since it was of a lower quality than I usually bought. I hadn't stocked the wetbar here myself, after all, and werewolf constitution made liquor virtually worthless to us unless it was of a high quality or abnormal strength or potency. "Unless room service is delivering you out of your clothes? There's nothing they have I need." I smiled wider at her, draining my own bourbon glass with a mock toast. I could use more people with Char's candor in my life. Everything would be

As she set to leave Charlotte's room, Lady Harper said, "I am off to the market to do some groceries shopping. Take care of yourself and Godson, alright." "Okay, Mom," Charlotte replied as she finished her tea. She cleared her cup and tray to the kitchen and washed it out. Once she was through, she went back to her room to stay with her baby as she picked up her phone to surf the internet in their pack. Charlotte went through Jack's online page and she saw videos of his gym fitness training. She admired his body and his instructions to someone fitness trainees, but her scowl deepened when she saw videos of Jack with some single shewolves in their pack.

"I'm going to shop, I require some items, I want to write them down. Quickly go get it, I'm running late." The maid shook her head, thinking of asking a few more questions. But then she shrugged and strode off, and Charlotte was grateful for that. Two minutes later, she returned and handed it to Charlotte. She thanked her, and hurried back to her room. Ten minutes later, Charlotte was done writing down what she needed it for. She hid the note underneath her bra and marched to the wardrobe to get her hoodie. As soon as she was ready, she headed downstairs. She came into view with Lorenzo and Salvador having a conversation. But it looks they were having a slight misunderstanding.

Karken pulled back, a low growl erupting at the interruption. Charlotte stood in the doorway, wide eyed with her face flushed. She clutched a vial filled with clear liquid in her hands. She stood for a moment, her gaze shifting from Karken to Khimaira. “I, uh, I didn't mean to interrupt.” Charlotte stammered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Karken shot her a glare. “Interrupt? That's putting it mildly. Dear Charlotte, a warrior needs his…rest.” He drawled, emphasizing the last word with a pointed look at Khimaira.

Like he was witnessing her daughter getting hurt but can't do a thing nor help. Charlotte put on her hood and headed inside. She sat on her table near the window while crying and looking at the moon, and a glimmering emerald color from afar got her attention. She studied it and stared at it for half an hour and she thinks of many things until she decided to make a decision. She get a feather with a spot of ink on it and wrote a letter on a writing paper leaf that Mrs. Sweetbread made her.

Ten years ago **Charlotte's POV** Seated before a mirror in my parents' room, I gently brushed my hair with my mom's hairbrush. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and staring back at me was a certain girl with hazel eyes and amber blonde hair. I'm Charlotte, a ten-year-old beautiful she-wolf. It's an essential part of who I am, the first daughter, and only child of Alpha Michael, for now. It was 3 o'clock in the morning, and today is the day we've all been waiting for, the day Luna would finally conceive, and we'll be able to know if it's a male or female child.

By this time, a bartender had approached with a sleek bottle of red wine, quietly pouring it into the crystal glass in front of Zac after Reid had given his preference. Zac picked up the glass with deliberate grace and leaned back into the single sofa. He swirled the wine slowly, watching the color catch the ambient lights, then lifted it to his nose and inhaled softly. It was fragrant and elegant without strong alcohol. “I hate her for making my life so miserable,” Charlotte slurred, pounding her chest with a shaky fist. “And I hate the fact that people can’t see we’re not even related.” Her words spilled out recklessly now, raw and unfiltered.

Charlotte said that the seedless grapes were easier to eat because she did not have to spit out the seeds. The sun in July was the most brutal. After running and screaming under the sun all day, Summer could hear that Charlotte’s voice was hoarse. She gave a bottle of water to Charlotte. Charlotte held the mineral water bottle with both hands and drank half of it in no time. She was apparently thirsty. She passed the remaining half bottle of mineral water to Summer, and then leaned back in the back seat and protruded her belly. “Mommy, I feel like sleeping.” “Go to sleep, honey.” She drew Charlotte into her arms so that Charlotte could sleep more comfortably.

That night at the Wright’s household, Charlotte prepares mac n’ cheese for supper. She’s setting up the table when she spots Halsey coming out of her room. Within just a day, Halsey seems to have lost all her energy. Her hair is unkempt and she has dark circles under her eyes. Charlotte knows that the girl must have been crying all night but she didn’t go to console her to give the girl some space. “How are you feeling now?” Charlotte asks Halsey.