Charlotte Light Novels & Stories

With nothing left to hold onto, Charlotte walked down the empty streets, her heart heavy with despair. She wore a black veil that covered her completely, revealing only her eyes. She even had on dark sunglasses. She dared not walk in the open or be seen, nor did she dare expose Juliana’s crimes to the world.

Just as she bent down, planning to take off her shoes and walk barefoot, two blinding beams of white light flared up behind her. She turned instinctively. A bright blue Rolls-Royce slid to a stop in front of her in a smooth, flashy drift. The window rolled down, revealing a man whose good looks could not be hidden even behind sunglasses. One hand rested lazily on the steering wheel. He gave her a whistle, his tone light and teasing. “Walking alone this late? You look kind of pitiful. Want a ride? I’ll take you home.” Charlotte stood there for a long moment. Just as he assumed she was about to refuse, she walked straight around the car and opened the passenger door.

Her office felt different in the early morning light. Peaceful. The city stretched beyond the windows, washed in pale shades of gold as the sun climbed above the skyline. For the first time in days, she almost relaxed. Then the lights flickered. Once. Twice. Charlotte frowned. The building generators almost never failed. A second later, her office phone rang. “Charlotte.” “Morning.” James. “You see that?” “The lights?” “They flickered in my office too.” Before she could answer, another call came through on her mobile.

"James, you mean…? And that's where Charlotte was imprisoned? And the other children?" "Yes, I can't stop thinking about how she must have felt.... " This isn't the James I'm used to. He normally seems so.... untouchable.... ".... It's like something out of Dante's nightmares," he says. Charlotte's personal nightmare.... ***** BLESSINGMOORS: NINE YEARS AGO There is a bang and the door clangs open. Searing light streams in, burning the eyes, scorching her sight. "Get her out of here, quick, and keep her quiet."

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

"What can I do for you today?" Charlotte closed the door behind her and came across the room to sit as he invited her to do so. Already she felt a little uneasy about being here. Perhaps it was because she knew she was about to contract her blood out to a vampire. Again, she had to remind herself what this was all for and how much of a gentleman Lord Hunt both seemed and sounded to be. "Mr. Mosey, I would like to enter a contract with Lord Hunt," Charlotte said slowly and gave him her best smile.

MICHAEL It's an ordinary house, as average as they come; one small property in a block of near-identical brick-built terraces. The paint is fresh, but not too fresh. And the door, fronting directly to the road, looks well-used. But the windows are clean; no litter fouls the frontage... And there is a light on inside... Charlotte sits in the car, inert. Her face is a pale sheen and, as I take her fingers in mine, her hand is cold.

, while I almost dragged him on me. Don’t leave me this way, I shamelessly begged. Charlotte, after our meal, I’ll definitely feast on you, you know I’m all yours, Clint said impishly. He stood up and held out his hand to me, I slipped mine into his. I extended my hand to the designer bag only to see a luxury designer bikini, I looked at him with my eyes wide, that was when I saw a mischievous smile on his face. A Louis Vuitton bikini?

Crack! With a clear metallic sound, the lighter lit up. Alfred was about to throw the lighter into the suitcase, but Charlotte stopped him. "Wait!" Alfred said, "Miss Charlotte, do you still have anything to reminisce..." Charlotte's eyes were determined and ironic as she replied, "I'll do it myself!" She then took the lighter and threw it into the suitcase. A suitcase full of items, including Bryson’s photos, clothes, watches, shoes, and the pair of knee pads Charlotte had customized for him, were all soaked in gasoline. When they were exposed to the flame, they instantly started burning fiercely.

“Nothing just felt like it" The lights went out, cutting whatever she was going to say. I turned on my phone's flashlight. The light came back on a second later. “Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. “I don't think so". Charlotte was already typing a message on her phone, no doubt to Jameson. She stared at her screen for a few seconds. “Yeah, wasn't supposed to happen." She said. “Tell him to get his ass down here now". I said. That shit was creepy.