Charlotte The Last Guest Novels & Stories

He said that, already on his way to our left. If looks could kill, I swear Alejandro’s gaze would have smothered him right there and turned him righ tinto ashes. “So, where are the guest rooms?” Charlotte asked looking around. There was just everything, everywhere. I even felt a slight headache brewing inside of my skull from how everything looked so opulent. “I have a better idea” Kaito threaded his fingers and turned to face us,

It had rusty timbers and smashed window frames, and the stench of unclean water and rot permeated the air, indicating that many secrets and dead were likely buried inside. My footfall reverberated as I walked with one hand on top of my bump. Pete moved behind me, lurking near the holster beneath his coat. While Kyrell and the other guys guarded the exits. I entered the room, where Charlotte was clothed in gray from head to toe. I could see her luggage in a corner. I could also smell the gasoline from a tiny bottle beside her. “Did you come alone as I asked?" Charlotte shouted out, her voice reverberating off the empty walls.

They’re just a hired gun,” Charlie gave his glasses a slight push up his nose as he continued figuring this out. Koven suddenly thought of Charlotte when he heard Charlie’s words. He burst out saying, “Could this have something to do with Princess Charlotte of Charleston? Charleston is a powerful country, and it’s impossible that they would have no connection to Spades. "Besides, Princess Charlotte is stubborn and domineering. If we really think about it, Lucy is the only one who has clashed with Charlotte. Or could there be something else we aren’t aware of?” Hudson finally felt that Koven had said something right for once. He nodded as well.

Her curls were pulled up, and by the design of her dress, everyone could see the tattoos etched into her back. It wasn’t like they didn’t already know. Their soon to be queen was a force to be reckoned with. Charlotte exhaled, feeling like she might crumble under the excitement and tension if she didn’t look away from her men. She hadn’t seem them in seven whole days, and boy was she reeling to tear their clothes off. And going by their expressions, she could tell the feelings were mutual. Charlotte exhaled, then looked at the guests. She knew Madeline and Dot would be at the front, and the closer she got, she spotted more familiar faces––Vance smiled at her from the second row, and she noti

Chicago, the penthouse apartment on Grand Ave currently bustling with people. Charlotte stood under the chandelier by the window, wearing a black silk evening gown that hugged her curves. Her long, thin, straight blonde hair hung down to her upper thigh behind her back. Her pale skin almost most porcelain white under the light. Her light blue eyes were almond-shaped, they held a gentle yet immense amount of pain in them. Her eyes were focused on the people below, not the guests behind her. She was waiting for the guest to arrive. She didn’t want to waste her time with the rest of the crew.

"Charlotte, you silly girl... why'd you have to do this alone? Why didn't you let me stay? This is my fault. I should've asked more. I should've looked harder. What kind of mom was I..." She dropped to the floor, face in her hands, sobbing. A while later, Elayne guided her to a rest area and handed her some tissues. Once Mom had quieted down, Elayne finally spoke. "Dr. Cooper, I made that last call to you three days ago. I almost told you Charlotte had passed, but I promised her I wouldn't. "I just... couldn't let people remember her the wrong way. She wasn't ungrateful. She was brave.

CHAPTER THREE Charlotte's POV - - - - - I could barely breathe. My heart was racing, pounding so loudly it drowned everything else out. I didn’t move, I just lowered my head quickly, hoping that if I stayed still, maybe they wouldn’t even notice that I wasn’t the real bride. The sound of footsteps grew clearer, and a group of maids entered, their chatter soft and hurried. Behind them came a woman I’d never seen before. She was middle-aged and wore a green silk dress.

When Charlotte awoke later that morning, she spent the day in the library, researching Amahl, the king of the night demons. The vampires had an impressive library filled with books relating to every topic about the occult and supernatural and she spent the rest of the day reading everything she could find about Amahl and the night demons. She was so engrossed in her research that she didn't realize that it was already evening until Harris came to inform her that dinner was being served in the dining room.

she said as she rose. Then Legolas heard the weirdest sound of all in that hour, and he knew it was Charlotte beneath her visor. Charlotte appeared to chuckle, and her crisp voice sounded as if it were made of steel. “Disgrace to those who call evil good, and good evil; who confuse darkness with light, and light with darkness; who confuse bitter with sweet, and sweet with bitter! Shame on those who think they are knowledgeable and prudent in their own eyes. Woe to those who are powerful enough to drink wine and strong enough to mix the strong drink, and who excuse the wicked for reward while taking away the holiness of the virtuous! But I am not just a folk! You're staring at a Hope. I am Ch