Charlotte Light Novels & Stories

“It’s been a while.” I have a feeling it has to do with David and that motherfucker’s the last thing I want on either of our minds right now. I’m gifting him a cum-covered pillow courtesy of his wife’s mouthwatering cunt, that’s all the consideration I’m willing to give him tonight. Or any night. “Bend your knees and spread your legs for me.” Charlotte’s eyes fly open and lock on mine, two silver cyclones zero in on me. How are they silver right now without any hint of blue? We’re in the same lighting.

Till now, she doesn't even know what he meant by that. Charlotte was sipping her bourbon during winter and looking out the window, while the dry logs crackled in the fireplace. She had clocked twenty-three and was ready to let out her anger. She was ready to work for her father, instead of sulking all night long about how miserable her life was. Cadmus had called her and made her understand that they were both alive because of him and that what he wants in return is to destroy Forester.

Noah peered through a crack in the window shutter. Charlotte was standing thirty feet away. She was wearing a black hunting cloak. In her right hand, she held a massive iron chain. At the end of it was a beast—a tracking hound the size of a pony, its ribs showing through its scarred hide. It was foaming at the mouth. In her left hand, Charlotte held a burning torch. "Why isn't she attacking?" Ethan rasped. He was sweating now. The heat in the room was rising. The floorboards near the hearth were starting to glow.

All the way to the black wall, to the glow of light that was the only flaw in its perfect darkness. I found her there, almost through. Pulled her back, drew her from the dark place, from the calling light where she hovered, staring, her soul and her echo, the ghost of what would remain locked together in an embrace. When I called for her, when my maji power reached her, Charlotte's soul turned, so innocent, her face bright and happy while her echo's expression turned to grief as the wolf rose and took over her ghost. Will you let me go? Happy Charlotte looked at the light.

Charlotte. Charlotte, the woman just been fired from Wilson Paragon, now a twisted figure of jealousy and revenge. The sight of her fills me with a bitter mix of emotions. This was her doing, her attempt to harm me out of spite. But instead of achieving her goal, she lost control and caused this catastrophe. The scene replays in my mind; her car speeding toward me, Adam's heroic leap to save me, the crash that ensued.

* Charlotte wondered as she quickly searched the corridor where she was standing for any instrument she could use to protect herself. Charlotte quickly picked up a mopping stick she saw. She knew she was weak and couldn’t fight, so she had to protect herself as she wasn’t expecting any visitor, neither was Teddy. “Is anyone at home?” Charlotte heard the deep voice coming upstairs, and she quickly controlled the switch as the mansion was hers. “Lights off!” Charlotte commanded, and she could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest as the corridor lights turned off. Just as she inhaled the most intoxicating masculine scent ever that wafted through the air and into her nostrils.

I said while trying to control my tears. God... I should have made my bond strong with my son right after his birth but this... I want to leave right away. "I just need to do one last thing..." Charlotte whispered and made her way to... Ethan? What does she want from his dead body? She took a small bottle of liquid out of her pocket along with a lighter and threw all the liquid on his body. Oh my... Was she about to do what was I thinking? "What is it?" Liam asked. "The same liquid he used to put the morgue on fire," She answered.

" My young self was right. I had no backbone. For 20 thousand and my ID, I got in the car. Charlotte brought me to an office building and led me into a conference room. It was pitch black inside. Something felt wrong. I turned and caught the glass door before it shut. "I can't clean in the dark," I said, frowning. Charlotte tossed something at me. "Put it on." In the sliver of light from the hallway, I saw what it was: a pair of men's underwear, thin and barely there. "What's this supposed to be?" Charlotte crossed her arms. "Mrs. Crayford can't see well. With the lights off, she won't notice much. She enjoys it more that way.

She said, and they hung up. Charlotte muttered a little prayer's hoping things won't go wrong before she gets paid. She marched her way to the lobby, thinking of how to come up with the money. On her way downstairs, she suddenly felt someone grab her, and before she could blink her eyes, and register what just happened, she was pulled into one of the hotel rooms. She spun around to look at the figure, but the room light was dim, and she couldn't see his face. A small light flashed into the room from the sliding window, vivid enough for her to see his face. But she was unable to take in his facial features vividly because the light suddenly vanished.

“Go to sleep, Liam.” Her order in the master tone put him to sleep in a bat of an eye. Charlotte also took a nap to reduce the swelling of her face. She was aware that Casper was a King of eagerness, nothing could escape his extra attentive eyes. The alarm rang at 11:00 pm sharp and after a warm bath, Charlotte was ready to meet him. She wore simple jeans and white long sleeves with no buttons shirt and let her hair free in a deliberate effort to hide her mark.