Charlotte's Web Characters Novels & Stories

“Save Mommy!” “My word…” Marlene could only stand there, despite having Charlotte bump into her on the child's way out. “It is Gryphon Pearce!”

Scruffy trots across to investigate a crack in the plaster that has been known to divvy up delights such as rats. Charlotte, in rough jeans and rubber boots, is back up to her knees in horse bedding, fork in hand, shuffling straw through the prongs. "I came to see if you needed any help?" The smile again. "Thanks, but I'm fine." She forks up another load of straw, shaking the clean parts free and dumping the rest in her barrow. "It's nice to get back to a normal life, isn't it." She holds the pitchfork held in one hand, balancing it on the other. She purses her mouth, tilts her head. "Is it normal? Mom pregnant. My father dead..."

She smiled at him and answered, “Nope, I’m not. You’ve mistaken me for the wrong person, kid.” ‘Wonder Woman? That sounds like a character from a cartoon.’ The boy and his three other friends observed Charlotte with their bright eyes as if they did not believe her at all. Charlotte felt uncomfortable as they stared at her, so she got to her feet and walked toward the other side of the corridor. As soon as she took a few steps forward, a tall figure appeared from the other end of the corridor and charged straight at her. “Carlie! I heard that my second uncle was poisoned. Where’s he now?”

Anthony has been going out a lot leaving Amelia and me with ink, ink doesn't seem that bright so I've been trying to persuade him to take us out, but Anthony has his claws in that poor guy. Today had just been like any normal day for the life we're living now, as it was on the warmer side of days for it being nearly winter, I was in the garden with Amelia under the watchful eye of Anthony in the kitchen. Amelia can now sit up by herself so she was just playing with her toys on her blanket, while I lay down looking at the sky. The peaceful day was disrupted by a scream coming from the neighbours garden, I make sure Amelia was okay before getting up, Anthony quickly running after me, I managed

"Don't even think too far...nothing like that would ever happen. Besides, I'm his SLAVE and I'm afraid you might have forgotten the meaning of that." "You know, Ice Pick was once like this to a certain girl," Annie said again, "he made her his personal slave." "Yeah," Alice nodded in agreement, "Charlotte, the brown haired girl, pretty but has a nasty attitude. I wondered where she disappeared to." She stated with a shrug as she recalled, snapping her fingers lightly. "And I think you two are alike," Alice continued and faced Sophia, "I mean you and Charlotte but you're prettier and more interesting." She added.

Luna Charlotte Charlotte... My day usually starts with breakfast with Peter, Anna, Frances, and Frankie. They would tell me how their night was and what they had been up to. Frances would tell me about the pack house and their traditions, while Anna would talk about her work in the pack house and at the hospital. Frankie is somewhat of a lazy ass now that I have come to know him better but he is overall sweet and caring He is still waiting on his mate, just like Peter and Anna.

The smell alone would not only attract animals, it would attract the people we are hiding from. “Looks wonderful.” I muttered sarcastically as I started to clean them. “She sleeping?” Arlo asked. “Yeah. Not much to do in here.” “What’s up your ass? Get into a fight with the misses?” Arlo poked. “Dude, shut up.” Arlo was like a little brother to me. I trusted him with my life but he could be a royal pain in the ass. “Is that rabbit?” Charlotte stirred. “It is. Nothing but the best for our princess.” Arlo even did a dramatic bow.

“Fixed me how?” Charlotte hesitated. “It’s the same thing that happened at the spa,” she said. “When I touched your arm and you just… calmed. The same thing I feel with the pack children. I put my hand on your paw, and Nora put hers next to mine, and I tried to see if I could make it happen again.” She shrugged one shoulder, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. “It worked,” she said. “You stopped thrashing. The doctor said it’s probably the only reason the serum didn’t finish you off.”

She thought about how Valentina wished for their mother to die. Charlotte wasn't a saint. She was spoiled and she was selfish. But she loved her brother. And for the first time, she saw that Valentina was destroying him. "I have to know the truth," Charlotte said. She tucked the drawing and the sock into her pocket. "I have to know if they are really gone." Charlotte walked into the kitchen. Sarah and Mary were busy preparing the afternoon tea. When they saw the "Little Princess" walk in, they stopped talking and bowed their heads.

"Well, sort of. I can see flashes of images and feel the emotions that go along with them. Especially if they're catastrophic. And if you've been doing this as long as me, you start getting good at deciphering the pieces of a story." "Okay," Brad says, "So, you think Candice used to be the girl Atticus killed himself over?" "Without a doubt," Mrs. Stephens says. "Her name was Josephine."