Charlotte's Web Fern Novels & Stories

"And when is the rain of frogs due?" "I'll let you know." Charlotte reappears, beaming. "Isn't it lovely." I wind my finger in a circle and she gives me a twirl. In shades of warm brown and dark green, the fabric of the skirt is heavy: winter-weight but cut to flare, swishing around her legs in an elegant swirl. The pullover seems plain at first, but as Charlotte moves, the knit is of some complicated pattern giving a subtle knot-work effect over the front. It smooths over her full bosom and narrowing waist, emphasising everything she has. She pauses, sucking at her lip as she waits for my verdict.

Hey everyone! it feels good dropping you straight into the danger again! Things are heating fast...Charlotte’s web is extending beyond borders, and poor Luca might be paying the price. 😭 Tell me in the comments: did you expect this twist at the docks?

Cuff-links it is. "Master?" says Charlotte, holding out her own cracker. They pull together, and... How is he doing it...? ... Charlotte gets the ´winner´s half´. She tips the contents of the exploded tube into her hand and out slides something small, gleaming with a multi-coloured glow from the lights of the tree. Holding it up, she lets it spin gently on its chain. It´s a pendant, small but beautifully made, with a small black stone set in silver

"Okay!" As the car drove on, they soon arrived at the exit of the resort, near a small hill. As they drove past the hill, the lush trees and picturesque scenery were illuminated by the lights at night. It was accompanied by the sound of flowing water, creating a serene and pleasant atmosphere. Charlotte opened the window and immediately noticed the neatly planted fruit trees below the road. "What's that?" she squinted. Griffith quickly glanced. "Kiwi." "Kiwi?" Charlotte had never seen a kiwi tree before and was very surprised.

She wasn’t sure what she would find waiting for her just beyond those thick trees, though she prayed it wouldn’t have four legs and a ton of fur. Taking a deep breath, Lotte took the final steps forward and steeled herself for the worst… Only it wasn’t the worst - It was the best. Laid out in the grass, in the exact spot that her Aunt had been, was a large red blanket made from a thick woolly material. By the light of the moon, Charlotte could see that it was warm-looking and big. There was a picnic basket at one corner, which was slightly opened so that she could see the contents. A thick pork sandwich, a bright yellow apple, and a bottle of milk. Stomach churning, Charlotte picked up the p

Leora Charlotte walked me to her cabin, about two rows from the trees. Like the others, the cabin was wooden, but I noticed flower beds on its windowsills. They carried different herbs, which I hoped were for cooking and not spellcraft. She smelled like a Lycan, but I'd heard of hybrids or Lycans practicing the ways of witchcraft before.

The rattling of the door startles me awake. I’m not sure how long I slept, but my spider friend finished her work. I think I’ll name her Charlotte. I trace the network of intricate lines she’s spun with my eyes wondering where she hides when her work is done as the door finally opens.