Charlotte The Last Guest Novels & Stories

But on getting there, the receptionist at the front desk gave me a polished smile and informed me that the guest had left specific instructions; she wasn't expecting visitors. Fuck them all. I didn't even wait for her to finish the sentence before I turned toward the elevator. I was almost inside when I caught movement in my peripheral vision — Charlotte crossing toward the far end of the lobby, heading for the outdoor pool terrace. But the way she dressed, didn’t seem like she wanted to swim or get into water. I quickly stepped out of the elevator and followed. By the time I reached there, she was already seated near the far edge of the pool, speaking with a woman whose back was turned to m

Charlotte woke up when she smell the aroma of the ginger bread. "It's good to be awake, Charlotte!" "Thank you very much, Ammon. I wish I had woken up earlier so that I could have taken care of your food!" "Don't think about it, by the way, there were two bandit treasure hunters who attacked me a while ago. They are strong and very angry to you because you rescued a hostage!" "B-maybe they just made a mistake, I have nothing to do with what they say!" Charlotte lied. Then maybe they're talking about another warrioress!"

In the elevator on the way down, tinny Christmas jingles scratch over my skull. Bloody racket.... Surely, we can do better than that.... Have a word with Francis about it.... We cross the lobby, with its Christmas tree sparkling brightly and the decorations seasonal, but not too overdone. Kirstie's work? Quite a good result there.... Charlotte is here, standing by the door, a mug of something steaming in her hand. "Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" I ask.

The rest had barricaded themselves in one of the lower towers and waited for rescue that never came. There were three of them left alive. Two women and a man, all bearing the marks of the attack—burn scars, wounds that had been hastily treated and were starting to show signs of infection. Their eyes were hollow in a way that suggested they'd witnessed things that human minds weren't supposed to see. The older woman's name was Captain Solace. She had close-cropped gray hair and a bearing that suggested she'd spent her entire life trying to hold things together. Even now, even in this catastrophe, she was trying.

“I want us to start all over again. No revenge plans, no Lydia, only me and you.” Her grin spread. “Sounds good.” I stretched my hands towards her. “Hi. I am Xavier, the Alpha of the Black Ridge pack.” She shook my hands. “Hi. I am Charlotte and it is really nice to meet you.” We both let go of our hands and continued our meals. A few minutes later, we finished our food. I cleared the bills and we both stepped out. Charlotte paused suddenly. “I need to use the restroom. I will be back in a minute.”

Evelyn’s POV The lights weren’t harsh, but my palms still sweated under their glow. They illuminated the soft golden drapes that hung from the high ceilings, catching in the folds like sunlight clinging to late autumn leaves. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine candles and aged wine. Around me, laughter drifted in delicate waves, punctuated by the clink of crystal glasses and the smooth hum of a live string quartet tucked into the corner. A charity event—intimate, sophisticated, curated to feel effortless. The kind of evening Morgan Blackstone might’ve once orchestrated not out of compassion, but for power. For influence. For optics.

"Your actions, plans, and decisions weighed more in our selection." Charlotte was still in Liam's hold when Nora walked in and announced, "Miss Strauss, your other guest has arrived. Miss Carla De Ville?" Carla appeared before them and caught Charlotte and Liam hugging. Her mouth fell open, and she said, "Oh, my god! Charlotte, did I miss something?" Pursing her lips, Charlotte answered, "Ah, yeah. Sort of. I am sorry. I meant to tell you, but I got so busy, and you were too."

Alex rubbed his hands and began, “Look at this,” he pointed at the screen that showed an image of a girl about their own age, she had short brown hair and a clear white face. She had bright eyes and a small nose. In short, she was a pretty girl. Alex had an evil grin on his face. “This is Charlotte Evan Woods, the last and only owner of the EW Group,” he spoke in a greedy tone. “Are you planning on going after A girl this time?” Peace asked.

Charlotte sighed, "Well, five days is five days. As always, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer within five days, you can expect to be shot." "Okay, okay, okay..." The Puppy was sweating profusely. He had been dealing with Charlotte for over a year and knew that this seemingly gentle and weak boy was actually a dangerous person. Before her father died, he left her a bunch of guns, bullets, and drugs. Over the years, she sold a large part of them and used the rest to rob people. No, she just robbed smuggling cars. These cars didn't have government documents, and they wouldn't dare report the robbery to the government. Usually, they had to swallow the bitter fruit themselves.

I say just as my stomach grumbles. “She’s just pulling your hind leg.” Landon laughs I look down at my leg, only making Landon laugh harder, “She’s joking Elion. Take the cookie.” He moves the plate of cookies made in the shapes of all kinds of animals, including wolves. I avoid those and eat a gingerbread man instead; Landon takes one as well. “You boys are dressed ready for battle.” “We know where Charlotte is.” “If you know where she is then why are you here?” “She’s being held at ‘The Witches of the Night Garden’.”