Charlotte Light Novels & Stories

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

I let out a shaky laugh, overwhelmed. “I can see you.” She threw her arms around me carefully, her touch warm. “It worked,” she whispered through tears. “It worked.” “I saw the sun,” I said softly. “I saw the sun.” She pulled back just enough to smile at me, tears streaking down her cheeks. For years now, I had lived in darkness. And now— Light. Charlotte pressed her forehead against mine. “This is a good sign,” she whispered. I nodded slowly. For the first time since Aiden’s name

she asks quietly. A pause. ⸻ Long enough. ⸻ “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” he mutters. ⸻ Charlotte closes the laptop. ⸻ Not because she’s done watching. But because she doesn’t need more. ⸻ They’re breaking. ⸻ Exactly as planned. ⸻ The next morning, Charlotte stands outside a glass building in the heart of the city. Tall. Sharp. Commanding. ⸻ She steps inside.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

The soft chiming of an alarm pulled Charlotte awake, rolling over onto her side, she quickly grabbed the clock and dismissed the alarm before it had a chance to wake anyone else in the house. It was still early, the world pitch black and still in these hours before daylight, but Charlotte could not be still, there were too many things that needed to be done if today was to go as planned. Bringing her feet to the floor she stood up and turned on the only light in the room, an old lamp without a shade perched on the edge of her faded oak dresser. She stretched her tired body and gazed bleary eyed at her reflection in the mirror, somewhat disappointed, she found the same face staring back at he

"You look stunning as well." Charlotte was dressed in a red cocktail dress that accentuated her short blonde hair and youthful figure. We both turned to look at the huge building before us and marveled at the exquisite work of glass and metal that loomed intimidatingly before us. As more cars drove up and the sound of honking, chatter, laughter and music filled the air I felt a wave of anxiousness pass through me. "Tonight's going to be fine, I know it." Charlotte said as if reading my thoughts though the nervousness in her voice betrayed her strength. I nodded, hoping she would be right.

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

Every code Charlotte Henderson gave me for her front door was valid for exactly three hours. After that, it would expire. Every time I went to her place, she would send me a new code in advance with the same message. Charlotte: [Let me know when you get here. I’ll change it again.] We had been together for three years. We lived less than half a mile apart, yet getting into her apartment felt like a game of luck. Somehow, I could never seem to win at this game. One day, a torrential downpour hit. As usual, she was late to send the code. My phone got so soaked that it stopped working. I crouched outside her door and knocked for three hours. When the door finally opened, Charlotte frowne

"I told you I couldn't see the face." "Okay but what about anything else, their height, their build, what they were wearing, anything at all." Elena squeezed Charlotte's hand. "Anything you can remember will help." Charlotte closed her eyes and was quiet for a long time while tears ran down her face and I sat there watching my sister fall apart and feeling sick because she'd been holding this in for two years. "The person was tall," Charlotte said finally. "Taller than Sophia, and the person was wearing dark clothes so it blended in with the night." She opened her eyes. "And after she fell the person just stood there looking over the railing for a few seconds and then went back inside."

she said as she rose. Then Legolas heard the weirdest sound of all in that hour, and he knew it was Charlotte beneath her visor. Charlotte appeared to chuckle, and her crisp voice sounded as if it were made of steel. “Disgrace to those who call evil good, and good evil; who confuse darkness with light, and light with darkness; who confuse bitter with sweet, and sweet with bitter! Shame on those who think they are knowledgeable and prudent in their own eyes. Woe to those who are powerful enough to drink wine and strong enough to mix the strong drink, and who excuse the wicked for reward while taking away the holiness of the virtuous! But I am not just a folk! You're staring at a Hope. I am Ch