Charlotte The Last Guest Novels & Stories

He couldn't help the smile that graced his face when he heard her voice. "It's me." He spoke into the intercom, the door buzzed open before the line went dead. Charlotte was a mess; she had nothing on but her Mickey Mouse pyjamas she wanted to kill her parent's for leaving her by herself. She wasn't even informed that there would be a guest coming over. She hurriedly walked towards her room and combed her hair before removing her pyjama short's down her leg and put on a pair of yoga pants. She wasn't sure if the choice of clothe was inappropriate or not but she thought it would be better than Mickey Mouse shorts.

Charlotte stepped back into James’s study. The cup from earlier was still tipped over, and the computer screen remained lit. She had to check—was there a second invitation? She reopened the Pine Mist Island Resort website—only to be met with a live broadcast screen. She forgot about crying. Wiping her tears away quickly, she clicked into the stream. The resort's site was airing the Christmas gala live from multiple camera angles. She could even switch between them. Charlotte felt like a detective, scanning each feed one by one—until finally, in the lower right corner of the main feed, she spotted a familiar figure.

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

Just then, Drake walked in, she tried releasing her hold, but it was too late. “What do you think you are doing Charlotte? Is this how to treat your guests? I know the neither of you are on good terms, but you have to be nice. She is still a guest, and you should treat her as one, instead of trying to be hot-headed. Why don't you help her take her stuff in?” He said. “I'm not a slave, she can help herself and to me, she isn't a guest but a rival, You can keep defending her, I don't care” Charlotte answered.

she gestured to him to lead the way. *Oh I'd be the president of the Late colony if there was something like that" he chuckled. "So what grade are you in?" "None of your business Tasha" Austin had her come with him and looked at his cell phone to check the time. His father should be out already, he thought. The road was free and silent like a graveyard and he was glad. He wouldn't want neighbors seeing him with a lady this early, talk less of her looking unkempt. They got to his place and he told her to wait while he went inside to check for something, he only wanted to be sure that his father was out. He came back and told her she could come in. Tasha walked in looking around the house, the

The sight is truly repugnant. Charlotte's guard was instantly lowered. Unless Caleb was blind, he would definitely choose her over Penny. Charlotte walked over to form a striking contrast with Penny's simple and ugly appearance. She wanted everyone to know that she was the one truly deserving of Caleb. "Hello, I'm Charlotte. Nice to meet you." Penny looked at Charlotte's extravagant outfit with indifference. "I know you. You're the mistress who's always trying to get my husband to divorce me. You went to Dawn Haven Villa last time and were ridiculed by Grandpa Fergerson. I heard all about it from the servants."

he said softly. “I know.” Evelyn’s lips barely moved. “Then let her see what she created.” They turned. For a moment, their masks caught the same flicker of chandelier light — twin reflections of temptation and trust. Charlotte descended the staircase like a queen stepping down to greet her pawns. Each step was measured, deliberate. When she reached the floor, she smiled directly at Evelyn. “My darling girl,” Charlotte said, voice velvet and venom. “How long has it been? You’ve grown into such… sharpness.”

Just long enough for the world to stop spinning. Charlotte rose slowly from her seat, her eyes glinting with a quiet, dangerous satisfaction. “Showtime,” she murmured under her breath. Jasmine grabbed her arm. “Char… please don’t hurt him. Just talk to him.” “I’ll do more than talk,” Charlotte whispered, lips curling. “I’ll comfort him.” And before Jasmine could say another word, Charlotte slipped after Ethan. Her heels clicked softly against the floor. She watched him make his way down the hall, watched him struggle to swipe his keycard at one of the hotel doors, watched the vulnerability she had been waiting for.

Seeing him alive infuriated him more, his revenge couldn’t be complete until he killed Drake Harris. Mr Potter on the other hand was focused on the coffin. He knew there was nobody in it. Charlotte and her men were burnt beyond recognition and the few pieces of her ashes that were recovered, were deposited in the cemetery already. For some reason, he missed Charlotte Duke’s charm, if only she hadn’t interfered in their dealings with the Harris family. The priest announced that Charlotte Duke left a message, she wanted it projected. Everyone straightened up on their seats, as the huge display screen came to light, Charlotte’s bold face came to light. She had her usual burgundy lipstick and lo

“He thinks he can walk into your Sanctuary like a guest?” Charlotte didn’t laugh. She stared at the message. Then whispered, almost to herself: “He’s not coming as a guest.” Elias looked at her. “Then what?” Charlotte’s voice was steady again. “As a claim.” Outside, the wind howled. The fire in the hall sputtered. The people sleeping in half-built rooms dreamed unmeasured dreams. And above them, the drone continued to hover. Not attacking. Just learning. Just making the invisible visible. Charlotte walked out into the cold and stood on the ridge alone.