Charlotte Novels & Stories

"That doesn't make sense. My friend Charlotte, you remember Char, you know she likes to dabble with the cards though she shouldn't, well anyway, she swore to me that you were going to meet the girl of your dreams today." "Sorry to disappoint you and Madame Laveau, but no such luck." "I don't know why I listen to Char in the first place, her predictions never hardly ever come true, though there was that time..." "Mom, if you want me to be there sometime this millennium, then you're gonna have to let me go. You can regale me with stories of Char's sorcery over dinner, okay beautiful?" "Oh alright, you didn't defile your body any more since I last saw you did you

Perhaps it was because he viewed the tattoo shop as his special haven that Charlotte’s arrival was such a shocking intrusion. She stood just inside the door looking around herself warily, as if expecting the green-haired Matt, or the heavily pierced Erica to attack her. In her oversized green cable-knit cardigan and yellow sun dress, white socks and sneakers, against the dark tones of the shop, Charlotte was like a daisy growing in a crack in the concrete. Her eyes located Rhett, manning the reception desk. “Hi Rhett.” “Do you have a booking?” He sneered, lifting an eyebrow. “Getting a piercing done?”

He replied as he guided her waist to the melody originally springing forth from the instrumentalist. But instead of placing her hands on his shoulders, she wrapped them around his neck while cautiously reminding herself not to run her fingers through his hair. Just on her first try, she was beginning to get addicted to the touch of his smooth hair running through her fingers. Just the memories of it felt… heavenly. A little mischievous smirk played on Ava's lips as she said, “Mr. Giovanni gave me his business card to meet him in room 103, at ALFRED HOTEL. What do you say, Mr. Georgia?”

ANGELA'S POV :- "Achoo," I sneezed again. "May God bless you my child," Charlotte told me. Sorry forgot to introduce you to Charlotte. She is the caretaker of the villa Mr. Noah owns in Maldives. She is such a sweet and lovely lady, maybe in her late 50s. "Charlotte, tell the doctor to come fast. I can't wait more. You can see how much she is sneezing," Noah told Charlotte, while placing strips of cloth, soaked in cold water, on my forehead.

The scene swept past the window in a slight blur where Matthew looked out from as the carriage rattled on the stone brick road. In front of and facing him, was Rose who was also staring out the glassless window with her hand supporting her chin and beside her was Yuki who was sleeping quietly, tired from the fight with Matthew. On the opposite end of the seat on Matthew’s side, was Cecilia who stared nervously at the carriage floor, fidgeting and stealing glances at the others.

After all, you don't turn 100 years old every day! Charlotte took her bag and ordered a cab online to her favorite restaurant. While walking towards the main gate of the hostel, she was quite happy, humming a song too but presence of a familiar face forced her to stop…

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

"I want the best PR you have here," Charlotte walked into Saint Tropez, the most famous bar in Arcadia City. Here, there are outstanding male PRs. Today, she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her beautiful figure. With her unique makeup, she looked like a rose in the dark night. The male in pub couldn't help but stare at her. About ten minutes ago... "Charlotte, you finally figured it out," Charlotte's good friend Isabella said next to her. "Lott, if you dare to flirt with that handsome guy in front, I'll give you this month's allowance."

She misses Xavier so much and craved to have just a glimpse of him. "What are you doing? Get moving, we don't have much time to waste." "What's up with you, dude? I never said I won't move, watch how you speak to me." Charlotte hissed, and marched to the entrance. The attendant welcomed them, with a wide grin plastered on her face. Charlotte was trying to give her a sign, but she was not getting it. "What do you want ma'am? I can help you pick them out." "I need some sexy wears, something short and sexy." She replied, and the attendant giggled.

Elijah said, to which Charlotte replied, "Okay. That's fine." "Yeah. Alright, I will let you go to where you’re headed. I have some work to get on with. Take care, Charlotte." Elijah flashed her a smile, and Charlotte waved back. "Goodbye." Charlotte smiled as her nervousness faded while she continued to Anne's father's house. It wasn’t far from Teddy's house, and upon seeing the white mansion that stood ahead, and belonging to Teddy. Charlotte sighed, braced herself, and knocked at the gate entrance to Chief Henry Robert's home.