Novel Charlotte Novels & Stories

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."

He didn’t want to distract her. He watched as she tested the ground by grazing her foot lightly for stones and logs before putting her weight on that foot. Yes, she was walking really slowly but it was better than most humans could do…not that any human has entered here... A smile graced his lips as he realized it… Charlotte is the first ever human to walk in this forest…and also the first ever human Luna they would have. He waited for a few minutes and then asked his first question. “How do you feel, Charlotte? Do you feel any different from when we started walking back?”

> Dr. Charlotte Vale was just donating blood on a night shift. > > She didn’t know the patient was Alpha Valentine Wolfe. The richest, strongest werewolf alive. Shot, bleeding, and dying. > > The second her O-negative blood entered his veins, the mate bond snapped. Now she’s locked in his private hospital room with him. > > “30 days,” Valentine growls, eyes gold. “That’s how long we have to break this bond. Or seal it.” > > But Valentine has a twin. And now they’re both hers. > Wolves kill witches. But Charlotte is a hidden White Witch. > > Two possessive Alphas. One human heart. > She saved their lives. Now she rules their hearts. ———-

And then Charlotte was gone, wafting out of the room like a woman on a mission. I sat there for a long moment, not sure if I should laugh or be angry. A wolfless woman had just given me orders, and here I was, obeying them. I had no doubt she could handle the foreign Alpha, too. “See? I told you she was different,” my wolf murmured drowsily before curling up and going back to sleep. For once, I didn’t argue with that, because there was nothing to argue. He was right. Charlotte was different, and I was tired of denying it.

“Is Charlotte the daughter that is rumoured to have been kicked out by her husband, or is she the sister that jumped into the man's bed right after her sister had been kicked out of it? Which one is Charlotte?" I winced. “Mom-" “Which one is she?" She repeated. I sighed. “The older one". “So the divorcee". My mother said quietly. “Mom". I said somewhat desperately. “Charlotte is not who you think she is. She's kind and very gentle. Her ex-husband took advantage of her". “And you decide to be an hero, rectify that." My dad chuckled. I shook my head.“She's different, whatever it is you know or have seen".

At more than 5 feet, she still has to raise her neck when talking to me, yes I'm that tall, 6ft5’ or more I think. "You look beautiful" I complimented. She blushed making her pale cheeks very red. "We should get going!" I announced and stretched my hands forward to take hers. We said goodbye to her mom and sister and left. I thought the drive was going to be a quiet one but it turns out Miss Charlotte is a Chatterbox!! Goodness Me! My ears are bleeding….. 👩‍⚕️CHARLOTTE👩‍⚕️ "Are you ignoring me?" I asked for the umpteenth time. This guy doesn't even want to help kill my curiosity. Who acts like this on a first date uhn?

Charlotte. Charlotte, the woman just been fired from Wilson Paragon, now a twisted figure of jealousy and revenge. The sight of her fills me with a bitter mix of emotions. This was her doing, her attempt to harm me out of spite. But instead of achieving her goal, she lost control and caused this catastrophe. The scene replays in my mind; her car speeding toward me, Adam's heroic leap to save me, the crash that ensued.

Earlier, when she and Alexander returned home, they discovered that Charlotte was missing. She panicked, and even sobered up. She instructed Alexander to stay at home and call her immediately if Charlotte returned. Meanwhile, she searched everywhere. She even considered calling the police if she couldn't find Charlotte in the neighborhood. Charlotte was different from Alexander. Alexander was clever and lively, full of ideas, and could find a way to escape even if he encountered bad people. Charlotte, on the other hand, was the opposite--soft and cute, just like she was in her childhood. She was easily trusting, the kind of naive girl who would count money for someone even after being sold.

“Sounds about right!” “Did you get ahold of Charlotte?” “Just about to call her.” “Okay. Bye.” I sighed as I closed the link. It was weird hearing Brayden call her Hailey but I guess he has never known her as Charlotte. It was like two different people. When he called her Hailey, I saw the broken girl that was on the run. The little girl who’s family got murdered in front of her. When she was called Charlotte, I saw a force of nature. She was resilient, sarcastic and sexy. She took little shit and backed up her own. The injuries she has sustained have been nothing short of deadly but she lives on. My girl was a fighter.

Charlotte went downstairs while I headed to the shower. I took a shower, then found my clothes on the bed like yesterday and my name was still Steve the book store manager even today. A few minutes later, I joined Charlotte downstairs. Both my breakfast and lunch box were ready. I pulled the chair as Charlotte fixed a tie; I was pretty bad at tying a tie. She then sat on the chair besides me. I took a bite on the mouthwatering bacon that Charlotte prepared for me once again. The name that I saw in her laptop hit my mind at that moment. “Babe, do you have an ex-boyfriend called Kat?” I asked. To my surprise, Charlotte’s eyes got big but this time in was fear that consumed her face.