Fern Charlotte's Web Novels & Stories

Luna Charlotte Charlotte... My day usually starts with breakfast with Peter, Anna, Frances, and Frankie. They would tell me how their night was and what they had been up to. Frances would tell me about the pack house and their traditions, while Anna would talk about her work in the pack house and at the hospital. Frankie is somewhat of a lazy ass now that I have come to know him better but he is overall sweet and caring He is still waiting on his mate, just like Peter and Anna.

Natasha's POV "Which should we read next?" I asked, tucking the blanket around Rose. "Three Little Pigs, Ugly Duckling and Charlotte's Web." "Charlotte's Web!" She said, grinning. "Good choice," I flipped the book open, cleared my throat and dropped my voice low and dramatic. "Once upon a time, on a small farm, there lived a friendly and wise spider-" Rose burst into giggles before I could finish that line. I tried to pull a straight face but the sound drew a laugh from me. "Alright, alright."

Charlotte asked trying to figure out the reason behind her wolf’s wish. “Just trust me. Write it.” Her wolf snapped. Worried that she’d anger her more, Charlotte quickly put ‘fairies’ below ‘werewolves’ but she didn’t think that they were fairies amongst the species in her. She flipped the pages of the book again after her wolf’s weird behavior. The page opened to that of ‘werecats’. Charlotte was surprised at that. Werecats…huh! There’s no way that this is real, she thought to herself.

Charlotte was becoming increasingly anxious. She had only two or three days left until the investment from Fergerson Corporation would be finalized. Caleb's birthday was tomorrow, and Charlotte knew that she needed to do something about it to make sure that the Shaws could benefit from Fergerson Corporation. At that moment, someone called her and said a package had arrived. Charlotte furrowed her brows, retrieved the package, and found a notebook inside with a damaged chip. She recalled when Caleb sent the notebook she gave him to be tested. She suddenly realized that the notebook in her hand must be of significance.

“The station.” Charlotte put on a pair of comfortable sandals, grabbed a towel and a book, put them in a fabric bag, and headed toward the nearest lake on the farm. The place was a quiet refuge, surrounded by trees and offering a stunning view of the horizon. Charlotte was walking calmly when she felt like she was being watched. Looking back, she frowned when she saw her husband’s kitten. With each passing day, she felt a special affection for the little animal. “Hello, little friend. Where are you going?”

Charlie plastered a wide smile on his face and said flatly, “I couldn’t be bothered if you didn’t mention the Webb family, but since you did, I have to show them some colors!” “D*mn it! You slapped me! F*cker!” Never did Cain expect that he would get a slap in the face when he mentioned the Webb family. Although Charlie had slapped his face, it was the same as slapping the Webb family’s face! Charlie was nothing but a scammer who knew a trick or two to fool others, but he was going up against the Webb family, the most prominent family in the South Region!

There was a cooling sensation wherever their skin touched. Lucas opened his eyes and looked down at his mate. Her breasts were small and perky, her nipples rosy bursts of colour on her porcelain skin. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, and there was a smattering of small scars which his eyes seemed to graze over. Her thighs were long alabaster columns, joining to form round, womanly hips. Thank goodness her underwear was still on. She was so small, so fragile looking, Lucas was scared he would break her.

I measure two inches with curled thumb and forefinger. "I like gherkins." Her face poker-straight, Elizabeth meets James' eye and Michael's, but not mine. "I was asking Charlotte to grow some for me." "And the...?" James makes a weighing gesture with the palm of a hand. "She likes beef-steak tomatoes too," says Charlotte. She looks at me but not at James or Michael. "And the...?" Michael repeats the pumping action Charlotte was making. Charlotte stalls, but Elizabeth breaks in. "She was showing me how the pest-sprayer works..." He cocks a brow... "... For the aphids." Then she turns away, the two women knotting together in a 'Secret Sorority' huddle that makes my teeth grow soft.

Charlotte replied. "You are not from Willow Creek." It was not a question, but rather a statement he said aloud. Charlotte gave a slow nod. "Yes, that's right. I'm a historian. I travel to research older towns like Willow Creek and learn about their origins. My name's Charlotte Barnes."

Especially with the large bags of dog food. Chance rode out to his brother’s house and took his brother’s family to lunch at his sister’s restaurant. He made several jokes about driving the minivan that the kids had dubbed Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web. The back window even had a spiderweb in the corner with amazing written in it.