Charlotte Light Novels & Stories

It Could Be A Trap “Who could this be?” Charlotte murmured staring round as she sat up. She couldn't ask Astor because he made her feel, she was just there because of the contract. “Oh God! I've never been faced with this kind of thing my whole life!” Charlotte said, holding her hands up to her head as she motioned towards the garden. Charlotte paced nervously near the garden entrance, her heart pounding as she glanced at her watch. The cryptic note she’d received had instructed her to meet “by the fountain after dark.” Now she was here, her thoughts were running wild.

It has a grand staircase, marble flooring, a fucking huge chandalier in the middle, and big glass windows looking in on the lengthy driveway outside. The gates begin to open and soon, a car peers through the opening. Ivan and Dimirti. They pull up to the fron of the mansion and both men get out and go to the back on the left side. I fold my hands together behind my back and wait patiently for some prostitute looking woman to step out, but she never does. Instead, I watch as the two pull a beautiful-looking woman from the car who's dirty-blonde hair is covering her face as she hangs it low.

The traffic was light, we arrived at her little cottage looking house around ten in the morning. "Walter, please come in...and you must be Florence. Come, I just made us some tea." She opened the door for us. She was not your typical looking shaman, gypsy woman whatever they were calling it these days. Her beautiful chocolate skin enhances her natural aura, her eyes glow with kindness, her gestures elegantly flow through her dainty fingers, when she poured our tea. I looked at Walter, suddenly need to make sure that he was not checking her out, just like I did seconds ago. He looks at me smiling and took my hand in his assuring me otherwise.

But the girl never found the item. She had been looking for a flashlight from her summer school camp last year, but it hadn't been found. Charisa opened her cell phone, there were his two calls. She took a quick breath, she had already wasted his half an hour, and surely the man would be angry at her again. Charisa finally got out of her room without continuing to look for the flashlight.

"What just happened?" Charlotte said in her mind, too ashamed to pull the duvet off her face. Emma knocked and opened the door. "Pardon me, I left the lights on..." She came and turned them off, leaving only one by the door. The single lamp cast enough light for them to see each other, just not too brightly. Only then did Leo realize the shoot had taken hours—the light outside was dark. It was evening already. Giggling, Emma slowly opened the door again.

The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S" Countless comments flooded Serena's post from the previous day. "Wow, it's true. That's pretty impressive, Serena!" "Did Professor Thorne see your post and name it for you on purpose?" Just then, Lucas walked through the door. "Wilma, did you see? I named the star 'S.' It stands for 'seven' in light of our anniversary." I looked up at him coldly. "Then what's going on with your assistant? That's not what she said in her post."

Griffith stood behind her and immediately sensed her predicament, teasingly asking, "Why don't you go in?" The ground was covered in rotten berries. Charlotte turned to him, saying, "The lights are out, and I'm afraid of the dark." Griffith could tell she was faking it. "So what?" "Griffith, you're a man, strong and fearless. Unafraid of the dark. You can go in first and help me turn on the lights in the house." "Don't play around. Go in by yourself," he scoffed. Charlotte pursed her lips, wanting to protest. She tried to step outside the door, but Griffith stepped forward, blocking her path.

Charlotte charges forward and this time, I'm right with her. "Father! Oh, my God. Father..." She drops to her knees beside him and the figure groans again. "Fath... Dad... Can you hear me?" Michael plays his torch over the face. The groan repeats. An arm comes up, covering the eyes. "The light..." The voice is broken and cracked, the eyes, yellowed hollows in shrunken flesh. "Michael, Turn your torch off. You too, Charlotte." "It's pitch-black..." "I'll use my phone screen." Flicking my mobile alive, I set it on the ground, behind the prone Klempner's head, out of his line-of-sight, but casting a pale glow over the space.

' thought Charlotte with a calm expression and closed the door slowly without making any noise . She closed the light in her room and went out quietly without making any noise that could wake her mother up . Charlotte opened the light on her phone to pass the stairs because the whole hall and corridor were usually illuminated by the moonlight that came from out from the windows . After walking for half an hour in a sneaky way , following the servants or the maids that she would see walking by and listen to their conversation . ' It's been more than half an hour that I have been walking around and haven't gotten any useful information . Such a pain ! ' thought Charlotte .

, I said. I got off the bed and walked to my smoking pipe by the window. I took it and used a candle to light it. The smoke filled the air as I dragged it through the pipe and let it sink into my body. “I have inside information. Recently, Charlotte has been taunting him with his mate. Last I heard, she killed his mate and his children too. All it took her was 15 men”, he said. I walked towards him and puffed my smoke in his face.