Charlotte Movie Novels & Stories

“Daddy,” Were all she whispered, and I found myself turning right around… just to make sure. To check… but maybe I shouldn’t have. I really shouldn’t have. Cause the moment I did, my eyes went wide as Charlotte’s wicked eyes fixed on mine. The men obviously trying to hold her down after taking her gun, it seemed that didn’t stop her from trying what she actually came here to do. What she had wanted and had been desperately yelling just a few moments ago. And with a movie, she grabbed one of the men’s gun. Fury blazing in her eyes as she firmly pointed it in my direction.

"Let's put your things up." They both go upstairs and I'm left at the bottom of the stairs, thinking. When Charlotte reaches the top of the stairs, she looks down at me and blows me a kiss. I make a show of catching it and although it's got to be one of the most cheesiest acts I've ever performed, her laugh makes it worth it. Later that night, when I'm in my study, Charlotte comes in and locks the door behind her. I lean back in my chair and forget about my work because she's in the same skimpy dress she wore the first night she was here. Except this time it's a deep purple rather than red.

Maybe Lucille will know what's wrong and she can help her or at least she'll know someone who can. "Ok but not now......I just.....need to be alone for a while", Charlotte's voice is barely audible in the small bathroom. "Why don't you come by my room later this evening and we can talk about it?" "Ok sure", Charlotte nods. Returning to the kitchen, Sister Margaret tells Charlotte to go back to her room and rest for the rest of the afternoon. Charlotte goes to her room and going inside, she lies down on her bed and immediately falls asleep. When Charlotte wakes up, it's dark outside, pale moonlight streaming through the window. Getting off the bed, Charlotte feels hunger coursing through her

Dionne turned and left her and went back to the hall very angry. Charlotte was in tears, but she was not ready to change her decision. To her, her decision has come to stay. Who will convince her? She was ready to put her desire in between herself and her parents on the account of marrying a total stranger. "Do you want to let your parents down?" A voice hit her from behind. She knew that voice. It was no other person than her beloved aunty whose name was Stella. Charlotte turned and when she saw her, she wept the more. This time, in a well intense manner. She knew she could lean on Stella's shoulders.

[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.

Alpha Morgan turned his head and fawned over me. "Forget it, it's not a big deal," I waved him away. "Why does it take Charlotte so long to take a shower? I'll hurry her up." Alpha Morgan said and took the stairs to the second floor. After a while, he came down with Charlotte. Charlotte was wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of baggy pants. She looked haggard and pale. Her cheeks thinner than the last time I saw her. Her eyes were dull, like a walking corpse.

But I also knew that when it came to my past, my instincts were never wrong. I headed out to the lavatory when I saw Charlotte walking toward me, looking like a god-damned movie star in her skimpy dress that did little in covering her boobs. Dropping in on her like this made my blood spurt right to my cock. She was looking down, so she didn't even see me stop and clung my arm out, pressing my palm to the wall to clog her path. I was a little buzzed, and she looked so damn sexy, I couldn't help myself. She looked up at the last minute, surprise playing on her face as she skidded to a stop.

A grin spread across my face as I clicked on the play button, anticipating the sight that never failed to bring me joy. Allison POV The screen came to life, revealing Charlotte in her office—a scene of chaos unfolding before my eyes. She heaved a chair at the door with all her might, but it remained intact, defying her efforts. Frustrated, she hurled the chair at the window, only to be met with the same stubborn resilience. amusement as I watched Charlotte's futile attempts, her desperation palpable even through the screen. She glanced around the room, a look of defeat creeping into her eyes as she pressed her handkerchief to her nose, struggling against the thick smoke that filled the air.

Charlotte said stubbornly and continued the movie. "Stop the movie. It's really noisy," he said. "No, I'm in the mood to watch my movie, you'll just have to work like this," Charlotte persisted. "I need silence to concentrate," Sebastian replied. Charlotte didn't reply to Sebastian and continued watching the movie, thereby annoying Sebastian. It wasn't her plan to annoy him at first but when she saw how agitated he was, she couldn't help herself. It was her own little way of getting revenge on him for calling her skinny.

In the night, I cannot make out any detail. Bending over, clutching my sides against a stitch, I heave in great lungfuls of air. "Don´t relax too much," says Charlotte. "We´re not stopping here. It´s the first place they´ll look, a parking lot like this. If we follow the highway, we´ll make best speed. We can hide off-road if we need to." She´s bending over into a trash bin. "Charlotte, what are you doing?" "Looking for something to eat."