Charlotte's Story Novels & Stories

Even Ethan, for some reason, ignored her completely. Desperate and ruined, Charlotte moved from place to place in the red-light district. She sold her body constantly for food. One day, she argued with another woman over a client and angered the local thugs. They destroyed her and ruined her face. After that, she vanished without a trace. I never thought she would show up in my operating room. Charlotte’s face was twisted with rage as she took a step toward me. “Well, well… You finally fell into my hands! All those days sneaking into this hospital were worth it.”

“It was so hot that day. That man said he was taking me to town to buy clothes. He was bargaining with the shopkeeper, and I... I suddenly thought of running away.” “I did run. I ran so far, for so long. And then... I met a woman.” Preston froze, barely daring to breathe. In over twenty years, this was the first time she’d spoken so clearly about her past—about what had happened. “That woman lied to me…” Charlotte’s voice cracked. Tears streamed down her cheeks again. “She lied...” Then she clutched her head, crouching on the floor, unable to speak anymore, her sobs breaking apart into gasps.

I climbed in to lay beside her, spooning her up against me. "You have to help me understand why you want this so bad Charlotte. I'm worried I did something that made you want to be pregnant with my baby right now despite what it would do to your life." Charlotte looked up at me and shook her head. "You didn't do this to me Greg. I've wanted this for longer than I knew what it meant. Ask Chastity she'll tell you. When you were in the hospital, and the doctors weren't sure you were going to ever come out of the coma Daddy came to see me at Pastor James' house where I was staying while mom and dad were at the hospital with you and told me you might have to go to heaven. I started crying and aft

After that, Adrian never came looking for me again. I only heard that he'd had the most extravagant wedding gown custom-made for Charlotte in Italy, given her a priceless pink diamond, and brought her to meet the old Don. The East Coast underworld was full of it. "Miss Charlotte's so lucky, cherished by the Vance Don like she's the apple of his eye." "Miss Charlotte isn't just highborn, she's kind and generous too. She knows that old Ashford survivor, Eve, lives poor as a rat now, and she even wants to give her some money out of charity."

"You lied to me, betrayed me, and now you expect me to believe you? "I should have known better," Charlotte snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. "I should have known you were nothing but a liar and a cheater. Well, you can have Eleanor. You deserve each other." She turned her back on me, storming into the bathroom to pack her things. "Charlotte, please," I begged, desperation rising in my voice. "Give me a chance to explain. I made a mistake, a terrible mistake, but I love you. Just as Charlotte began shoving clothes into her suitcase, a small voice piped up from the doorway.

I had not even thought things were going to be this tight and tough. "Take them out into the car!" Someone mumbled a throaty order and the speed at which I was lifted from the floor could have broken my bones if I had hit an object. The neighbors were watching from balcons and windows. I only wanted to be loved, like any other guy in the city. My dreams... Charlotte was the epicentre of everything. But the same love I was chasing came along with trouble and mayhem, tears and blood. If only I knew such scenes were awaiting me, I could have pulled the trigger and forgotten about her entirely. But love ... Had blindfolded and let me into the trenches of muggy waterr.

"You've got to hear this. Charlotte's past is like something out of a movie. There was this team of nosy reporters who were really good at sniffing out celebrity secrets, and they spilled the beans on Charlotte. "They said she hung out with a bunch of rich guys, and not just in Charleston. But later on, those reporters admitted they made the whole thing up. At first, everyone was bashing the reporters for spreading lies just to make a buck. "But then people started to think that maybe Charlotte wasn't the goody-two-shoes they thought she was, and now everyone's talking about it again." "Why haven't I heard anything about it?" Lucy wondered. She was pretty good at finding stuff online, but sh

Most of the slaves become puppets to gain their Master’s approval, unable to think straight. Charlotte remembered all the incidents that her Sired friends told her about the twisted experiences and swore to never lose her sanity in this debt repayment. It was true that she was indebted to him and even had a crush too, but still, she was a free soul. So, she decided to never compromise on her freedom again.

Something that I tried to quickly snuff out, but it persisted like a trick candle, always flickering back to life just when I thought it had burnt out. For a moment, just a moment, an image fluttered into my mind. The image of a family—a real family. A mother, a father, and a little girl. Three people, happy and full of love. The kind of thing I always wished I could provide for Nora, but I never could. Suddenly, however, the spell was broken. Charlotte abruptly spilled her drink as her hand jerked, sending water splashing across the tablecloth. Before I could react, she cried out and doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain.

From that point on, no one could challenge my rule. Eighteen years ago, on a full moon night, Catherine gave birth to Charlotte, my last child. I carried the swaddled Charlotte into the woods, intending to sacrifice her. Joseph stopped me, saying that Charlotte, born with two tails, was the most powerful werewolf in the tribe's history. He advised waiting until her powers peaked to drain her, which would be far more advantageous. When Charlotte first shifted at sixteen, Joseph spread rumors among the tribe, claiming that a double-tailed wolf was a cursed being. The foolish people believed him, demanding that I kill Charlotte. I played along, using it as a pretext to strip her of her wolf pow