Novel & Cerita Charlotte The Last Guest

Luna Charlotte Third Person POV... "Ahh, you are finally awake," Charlotte lifted her weak head to see Sylvester's grinning face. She looked around and saw what looked like an old basement. Charlotte struggles against the chains, but they only burn her further. She tried to blast the chains off her hands with magic, but it didn't work. "Well, well, the powerful Tribrid has been caught, and no one knows where you are," Sylvester laughs. Charlotte let out a growl as she tried to jump at him. "I've been permitted to torture you a bit." Sylvester chuckles as he looks at his brother's only daughter.

He says shakily as his eyes dart to his scabbard above the doorway. We may have assimilated into the new age culture, however; when it came to Charlotte, William took no prisoner. While they only had a short time together, when Charlotte found out she was pregnant by William, he became obsessed. With renewed vigor in our quest for the treasure of his grandfather, we set sail but then found ourselves trapped in the future. After coming back to Hamilton and talking to some descendants of Charlotte’s friends, we had heard that she had died during childbirth, assuming the child had died with her. I have a sneaking suspicion that either the child or both made it through the birth.

"That kind of evil... it should never be allowed to exist." "It was supposed to be ended five years ago," Charlotte said, wiping a lone tear from her cheek. "She was exiled, cast into the neutral zone. But a shadow like that doesn't just disappear. Sometimes I feel like she’s still out there, finding a new nursery to haunt." I looked at Charlotte, this strong, grieving mother, and I knew she was the key. She was the witness who would make the Eclipse Star bleed for their ignorance. “Let’s stop this emotional talk. I still want to show you the rest of the garden,” she suddenly exclaimed, clearly wanting to dispel the tension.

Charlotte sighed, braced herself, and knocked at the gate entrance to Chief Henry Robert's home. The security guard pulled the gate open and peered at her. "Luna, who are you here to see?" he inquired, surprised to see Charlotte. Charlotte frowned slightly, knowing it would be hard for the pack members to stop calling her Luna. "I am here to see Anne. Is she around?" Charlotte asked, to which the security guard replied, "Yes. Is she expecting you? Let me inform her you're here. Come in, Luna." He opened the gate, and Charlotte walked into the compound.

[81] ||•Lincoln Shire•|| The day has been kind of hectic for Charlotte and I, tailing and spying on other lords just to get want we want from them. Well, as usual, Charlotte was used as the bait to get to them. I must commend how much she has done in the nick of time. She made every thing much easier for me since they are things I can do and places I can't penetrate as a male, yeah . Retiring for the day, we decided to lodge the night in one of the suites around till the next day.

Harry listened carefully to his mother as she explained everything that had happened that day. Charlotte watched the fire dancing by the fireplace as if it would help her recall what really happened that day. Charlene asked permission to go to a friend’s house. Charlotte knew something was off that day because Charlene never had friends besides Weiss and Louise but she still let her as long as the knights would be with her. Charlene left in a hurry after picking the most simple dress she had in the closet and kissed her parents goodbye. “When we found her, she was surrounded by—” Charlotte shifted her gaze to her hands and fidgeted her fingers. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

A few guests nearby turned to watch, sensing the tension. Emily straightened. “I was invited.” Charlotte laughed. “By Justin? Of course. He always did have a soft spot for strays.” Stanley stepped forward. “That’s enough.” Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. “You should be careful who you defend. She ruins everything she touches. Ask my father.” Emily flinched. Charlotte stepped down one marble stair at a time, slow and deliberate, her deep red gown glinting under the chandelier light. She held the room in the palm of her hand, and she knew it.

Joanne said from outside, anger in her tone. Charlotte rolled her eyes "I'll be there" that was all she said before she sat down on the bed. "You better come down soon, if you don't want your father to come up here himself" Joanne threatened before she walked away from there, going downstairs to entertain the guests. After the sound of her footsteps was gone, Charlotte stood up from the bed and removed the band she had used to pack her hair into a bun, she wore white fit flops, and after that, she made her way to the door, unlocked it, and walked out of the room. They wanted her to dress ladylike to impress whoever the guests were but she wasn't going to do that. Puffing out a breath Charlot

Rimidal said with another couple of laughs. There was a collective grumble from his guests and then they stood from where they were sitting in a couple of lounge chairs. They were led away from Rimidal by two of the other girls. Charlotte watched in horror as the redhead and one of the blondes took their visitor to their beds. The last she saw of either pair was the girls crawling into the bed while their guest pulled down the curtains to provide some privacy. From that point on, she turned away from watching, not wanting to think that her fate might be to serve as some sort of sex slave.

Noah peered through a crack in the window shutter. Charlotte was standing thirty feet away. She was wearing a black hunting cloak. In her right hand, she held a massive iron chain. At the end of it was a beast—a tracking hound the size of a pony, its ribs showing through its scarred hide. It was foaming at the mouth. In her left hand, Charlotte held a burning torch. "Why isn't she attacking?" Ethan rasped. He was sweating now. The heat in the room was rising. The floorboards near the hearth were starting to glow.