Charlotte From Henry Danger Novels & Stories

It was indeed him . ' I am happy but at the same time scared that he is here and glaring at me in that way . ' thought Charlotte gulping in nervousness . " Hello..... " said Charlotte with a forced smile and looked at Damien a bit scared . " What the hell are you doing ? " asked king Damien . " I....I.....I...... " said Charlotte trying to come up with an excuse so that she could ease his anger .

Charlotte, her face anxious but resolute, approached Alden. “I'm coming with you,” she declared. Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Alden hesitated. He had expected her request but was surprised and a little amused by her determination. “Charlotte,” he began slowly, “this might be dangerous. You should stay here, with Khimaira.” Charlotte shook her head vehemently. “No.” She insisted. “Not this time. I won't be left behind. Eleanor is my friend. And Cathy…she needs me.”

“ There's bad news. Charlotte isn't with me. However, I saw her phone by the road side and was about handing it to the police before your call came in. Whatever had happened between you to has escalated into something dreadful. I suggest you begin to look for her.” “What are you implying? Charlotte isn't with you? Are you kidding me?." I bombarded,my heartbeat accelerating at the mere thought that Charlotte was hurt and knowing fully well the implications it might have in relations to her physco brother. “ I don't know who Charlotte is but there's danger. You need to act fast, Mr Choice” He suggested and the line went dead. What has Charlotte done?. I thought and exhaled air into my hand whi

Charlotte held a cup of coffee, striding to Xavier's office. As she got to the entrance, and strode into his office, the cup slipped from her hands, and dropped to the ground. Charlotte quickly jolted back with a loud scream, Which got Xavier's attention. He jerked up, and scurried towards her, holding her firmly in his arms while she breathe rapidly, her hands rested on her chest. Xavier stayed quiet, his hands still wrapped around her, hoping to calm her racing heart. Charlotte felt safe in his embrace, she went ahead, and closed her eyes.

[Micah] I saw what that asshole had done, the way he had touched her. I want to storm in there, grab the little prick by the collar, and slam his face into the counter repeatedly. But that wouldn’t solve anything and would bring unwanted attention. No more than fifteen minutes later, Charlotte comes stumbling out the front door to the café. Her bag is wrapped around her shoulders and her sweater is barely staying on as she rushes away from the café at top speed, her sneakers slapping the sidewalk, punctuating her fear.

Charlotte I'm sitting on the couch, wedged between my mom and Rhys, feeling like a child being scolded by her parents. "You can't just disappear like that," Mom says for what feels like the tenth time. "Do you understand how dangerous that was?" "I know..." "No, I don't think you do." Her voice is sharp, edged with fear. "Charlotte, someone left a threatening note at this house. Someone knows where you live. And you thought it was a good idea to go wandering around the neighborhood alone?"

The thought that he might have sacrificed something significant, for me, burned with an unfamiliar heat. "Of course, he probably did it to save his own perfect hide," I grumbled, trying to reignite the familiar indignation. But even that fell flat. Desiree had vouched for him. If he was clean, he had nothing to fear from me. Which meant... he'd done it to help. Me. The girl who'd stormed into a restaurant and threatened to dismantle his life. The irony was so bitter, it almost tasted like the burnt coffee I'd probably still be drinking if Kingston hadn't introduced me to caramel swirl lattes.

Freda descended the spiral staircase with her flashlight raised, Williams and Alex close behind. In the shadows, a figure stepped forward. Charlotte. She looked older. Harsher. A gun hung at her side—not pointed, but visible. “You weren’t supposed to find me yet,” Charlotte said quietly. Freda didn’t waste time. “You worked with Cassian.” A pause. A wince. “Yes.” “Why?” Charlotte exhaled, then sat on a broken wine barrel. “When I found out I was pregnant with you, I was already deep inside the Harrington web. Jonathan and I were being watched. Everything we said, everything we felt was monitored. I told him I lost the baby. He believed me. I had to make him believe me.”

She felt a gush of relieve within her seeing him safe and sound, looking different with his beards full. "Damn! How I've missed seeing him!" One of the women squealed upon seeing the death lord. Ella cringed when she saw two women who looked over sixty crushing over a man of over thirty years of age. One of the women had blonde hair and the other had red hair. Both women stood at the same height, the red haired woman had an olive skin while the blonde had tan skin. They could be his mother, she thought within herself. One of the women scoffed making Ella wonder the reason for it, "And the stupid governor of the south didn't die," The woman with blonde hair hissed.

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.