Charlotte The Last Guest Novels & Stories

The red-haired girl looked at her shoes, her face turning as red as her hair. Naomi didn't wait for an answer. She just turned and walked away. She felt a giant surge of power. She wasn't afraid of them. She wasn't afraid of their whispers. She realized that they were the small ones, not her. Back at the mansion, Charlotte was in the library. She was looking for a book on garden design. She wanted to fix the dead garden for her mother. She moved a stack of newspapers on the side table. They were local papers from the valley—the kind the servants read. One of them was open to the "Local News" section.

A soft voice interrupted their conversation. Lora turned to see Charlotte walking towards them, adorned in luxurious fur. In every gesture, she exuded the confidence and beauty of a socialite. Seeing her outstanding eldest daughter, Lora's mood improved slightly. Charlotte walked over, shaking Lora's hand. "Mom, Scarlett has calmed down in her room. You should go check on her." "Alright." Lora nodded, turning and heading upstairs. As soon as her figure disappeared, the smile on Charlotte's face vanished instantly.

Lucas replied, surprised by her insistence. "Yes, I know. You'll get the gift and we'll go," Charlotte insisted, standing up from her seat. She couldn't help but notice a small smirk forming on Lucas' face. Charlotte wasn't entirely sure why she made that suggestion, or why she wanted to retrieve the gift from his place when she knew being in the same space would be suffocating for her. But she convinced herself they were just going to get the gift and nothing more as they walked to his car. Once they arrived at his place, Charlotte couldn't help but be amazed at the stunning mansion and the grandeur of the living room as she sat down.

He said as he patted her back. Moments later, Charlotte stood at the yard of her house, as she watched the werewolf stranger dig up a hole where her parents will be buried. She offered to help him, but he rejected her help. According to him, he didn't want her to stress her mind and body too much. She did disagree with him, but she later succumbed. “It is time kid” said the stranger as he gestured his hand towards the hole that had been made and her parents' bodies.

She was also very intent on showing Ella what she was capable of doing. She didn't care about the fact that Ella seemed distant and cold during the introduction, she was ready to deal with every single member of the family and show them that she could make their lives miserable. After the celebration was over, she went to her room, accompanied by her new maid Maria, a very sweet and gentle lady who kept her mood light until she was gone. The scheming and plotting continued for weeks, unending.

Agnes bows her head to obey her master's command. ~~~~~~~~~~ Amira POV I heard a rumbling noise of strange animals which I guess coming outside from my window. I impatiently peeled my eyes open to check what it was. My father just got home with another victory. I'm happy that Agnes didn't come back to upset me again about attending the arrival of King Tharks, my father.

"My name is Darcy. Also, I want to tell you something, the elder ghost isn't at the castle's library but deep inside the abandoned castle in the middle of Holler Forest. Find her there and don't go alone," "Thank you, Darcy," she winked at me before she faded away because the water dried up. I beamed and fist-pumped the air happily. New friend!

“I can explain, but I need to talk to you. Please. Let me in.” “I should call the Alphas,” Charlotte said. “Please,” I repeated. “Give me five minutes. If I haven't convinced you, then you call them. You'll earn points with them for capturing their wayward pet. If you call now I'll just run and you'll be wasting their time.” Charlotte huffed. “Fine. Get in here. Talk fast.” “Thank you,” I said. I stepped inside and glanced around. The cabin was small and simple, nothing like the elegant rooms she had lived in as Luna. It was far nicer than my little cabin, but I knew Charlotte had to be chafing at her relative “poverty.”

We stayed in a cheap motel on the outskirts of Silverton. This place did not require identification. A single hundred‑dollar bill made the old man at the front desk toss us the keys without a word. The room smelled of mold. The wallpaper peeled at the corners and had dark stains along the edges. I sat on the yellowed sheets and watched Morgan. This noblewoman, who usually drank imported bottled water and ate at three‑star Michelin restaurants, now crouched in front of a grimy electric kettle and tried to boil water for two cups of instant noodles.

Charlotte dragged her feet in the bathroom and didn't come out until nearly eleven o'clock. After coming out, she looked at Leandro on the bed and sighed slightly, "Leandro, can you help me get my mango candy from the guest room?" "Wanna have some candy?" She nodded, "Suddenly craving for some food." "Okay." He put down the book and got up to leave. Charlotte quickly found the small cake she had hidden, put the candles on, lit them, and carried it over.