Charlotte's Web Audiobook Novels & Stories

"May I know what is your name and where are you from?" Charlotte swallowed her nervousness before speaking with a calm voice. "My name is Charlotte, my parents have been gone for so long and I spend my entire life wandering around Alabama... these fast few days have been so rough for me and many warriors attempt to take advantage of my innocence!" "Is that so? Then you knocked on the right door. I'm Ammon, please come in and I'll make you some hot tea!" Charlotte smiled. "Thank you so much, Ammon!" She went inside Ammon's house and saw that there were many fruits and bread on his wooden table.

Charlotte could compare it to Tommy’s steps, but Tommy would walk swiftly. “Mommy?” Charlotte called out, but her mommy didn’t hear her. She got up from the floor and watched the door, hoping that the footsteps would go past their little house. However, it stopped right in front of their door. She could see a shadow cast from the other side, and there were these strange, clicking noises coming from the doorknob. Charlotte walked to the door and hoped to bolt it, but the knob twisted. The panel opened slowly, and a tall man looked down at the beautiful dark-haired girl.

Charlotte looked at her father and said, "Dad, I'm not hungry. Besides, I don't think I can eat. I don't even know if Rex is feeding Alice properly or not. Not knowing this, how can I eat?" Trevor Fox looked at Charlotte with boredom. He was thinking how stupid Charlotte was. And this innocent Charlotte didn't even think about it. Where did her father get food in the jungle? She was so innocent that she didn’t even doubt her father.

Every lead I’d followed was documented in my own careful handwriting. “March 15th,” I read aloud. “Searched the riverside cabins thirty miles downstream. Spoke to fisherman named Jonas who thought he’d seen a woman matching Charlotte’s description. Led nowhere.” I flipped to another page. “April 2nd. Hired private investigator Marcus Webb to check the eastern mining territories. Paid him five thousand to spend two weeks combing every abandoned structure. Found evidence of recent habitation but no trace of Charlotte.” Charlotte moved closer, staring at the notebook like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Charlotte asked, “Inside is a romance book club.” Mrs. Rodrigo replied. “Okay, that doesn't explain why we are here.” Charlotte said. “There’s someone I want you to hear speak.” “You want me to hear someone speak, so that's why we are here?” Charlotte asked. “Yes Charlotte, he speaks love into the soul.” “Ohh… really?” “Quit complaining Charlotte and follow me.” Upon getting to the door of the book club, Mrs. Rodrigo pointed at the speaker. “Here he is Charlotte.”

“I’ll set you up before we go. Willow brought Margot’s favorite DVD. She’ll watch it as many times as you play it.” Willow blew her nose into a tissue and looked set to wade into the discussion. “Willa… This is the only way I can stay with you and be sure Margot is safe and calm…” he went ahead, forestalling her. His sister opened her mouth, then closed it again. And nodded. “That would be nice, I think,” she said in a strangled voice. It took him a couple of minutes to get ‘Charlotte’s Web’ playing and prop Margot in front of it.

20 years later. “honey!” “yes mom” “can you get me my journal, I left it on top of the table in the sitting room” “I’m coming mom” charlotte responds, her long red hair has always been a problem for her as she tries to get the Journal from her long her gets stuck on the chair. “mom I really have to cut this hair come winter” Charlie whines back. “no my dear you will not” says Hayes, as she comes to her rescue, she unclips the hair from the rickety chair and grudgingly lets it fall.

But she did not know that he would use such an absurd method. Charlotte returned to the living room. Charlotte was sitting on the settee, watching My Little Pony, clasping her feet with her hands and giggling from time to time. She turned her head when she heard footsteps, her eyes lighting up with expectation. “Will you stay with me tonight?” “I will,” she said after a moment of hesitation.

He just kept laughing, tapping away on his phone. It was a perfect performance but still it hurt like hell and i felt my stomach turn I made my way to an empty corner table, sitting with my back to them. I opened my biology textbook, staring at a diagram of cellular mitosis until the lines blurred. "Trouble in paradise?" The voice was sickly sweet. I didn't have to look up to know it was the witch, Charlotte. She slid into the seat across from me without seeking my permission or waiting to be invited, not asking, just invading. She had an apple in one hand and her phone in the other, the camera lens pointing conspicuously at the ceiling, but I knew she was recording.