One Piece Charlotte Family Novels & Stories

She says, “It’s an honor to be in your presence. I am Annette, Charlotte’s mother, and this is my husband George and our son, Lucas.” I hear my dad say, “Welcome to the Royal Pack. We will have some omegas lead you to the living quarters we have for you. Charlotte, we didn’t know where you would prefer to live. Will you be with your family for the time being, or would you prefer to move your things in with your mate?” I can hear the embarrassment in her tone as she asks David softly, “What do you think?” David’s voice is confident and happy as he answers for her, “Move her stuff to my room, please.”

The same went for Camila. "All right, your answer is enough for me. You're mature, handsome, and responsible, and more importantly, you love my niece. That's why I came here to make sure. I don't want to let go of my niece to some unknown man," Charlotte said as she got up from her seat, with Pedro and Camila following her steps as she walked around the room. "What about your family?" Charlotte asked again, making Pedro's steps halt. The same went for Camila.

"No! After all, I was the one who hit your car. I know that this car is expensive, and I may not be able to afford for it for my entire life. However, I have to take responsibility for the mistake I've made. My name is Charlotte Ramirez, and here is my mobile number. Give me your invoice later, and I will pay you back by instalments every month." Charlotte continued to insist. Mango looked at her again. "Mango felt comfortable talking to Charlotte because the latter's eyes were clear. In fact, Mango felt as if Charlotte's gaze was purifying completely." "Charlotte was not exceptionally gorgeous, but she was attractive because she had defined features and a baby face." "Thus, Mango had a good

"You can take your time with that, but as for the other matter, I need your assistance." "What is it?" Diana inquired instinctively. "Help me keep this from my brothers!" Charlotte implored with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with cunning. "They're onto this now, and if they find out, it'll be chaos. I can't bear the thought of being separated from the person I care about; it's too pitiful!" "Who is this person?" Diana asked, her tone concerned. "It's Kingsley," Charlotte murmured softly, her gaze tender. "We grew up together in the same orphanage. He was always there to defend me when I was bullied. But then, he was reclaimed by the Livingston family..."

Scott said, and the two figures close the space between them. "What are you talking about? Ms Charlotte has no family relations, not even her mother's family." Xavier assured him. He once asked Charlotte about her family, and she told him the only person she has left is her mother. Scott knew they wouldn't believe him, that was why he came with his laptop. He pulled it out of his bag, turned it on, and search through the footage. "This is what I'm talking about, these are the evidence I got from the anonymous person, I still can't wrap my head around the whole thing."

Something that I tried to quickly snuff out, but it persisted like a trick candle, always flickering back to life just when I thought it had burnt out. For a moment, just a moment, an image fluttered into my mind. The image of a family—a real family. A mother, a father, and a little girl. Three people, happy and full of love. The kind of thing I always wished I could provide for Nora, but I never could. Suddenly, however, the spell was broken. Charlotte abruptly spilled her drink as her hand jerked, sending water splashing across the tablecloth. Before I could react, she cried out and doubled over, clutching her stomach in pain.

She muttered. I grinned, and took a bite of one piece. I moaned with relish, realising why she kept going back for more plates. “This is good". I said with my mouth full. “Very good. Hm". I took a few more bites. “So where were we?" I asked, looking at the two of them. Jameson hadn't taken more than two birds of one piece. “Your dad has asked me to take you home". He said. A lot of emotions passed Charlotte's face in the next ten seconds. Hope, then joy. Then Uncertainty. Then terror, almost as an after thought. “Today?" She said, glancing at me again.

I don't want to speak, don't want to lie to my brother. But if I admit the truth... He repeats. "I'm right, aren't I?" I inhale, then exhale. "Yes, you're right. Mitch was very young; very sheltered and inexperienced. And yes, she had to feed herself, pay rent and all the other things that the rest of us have to do." Ben snorts. "So, Charlotte's mother was a prostitute too." "What d'you mean... too? Are you trying to imply Charlotte is a prostitute?"

Liam scolded his wife. Luna Chloe lazily sipped from her glass. “All men are the same. Why won't you defend him, Charlotte is my sister and I deserve to know!!!” “It's alright Chloe. I'm okay.” Charlotte spoke. “It's alright, guys. I think we ladies need some alone time,” Riley said as she grabbed Charlotte and walked away. She motioned for one of the servants to take her bags and show her to her room. Thank God Riley took Charlotte away. Knowing the kind of woman Chloe was, she would not stop asking questions.

Just then, Charlotte's phone rang. Aunty Tanya. Immediately Charlotte picked, her voice rang out. “Charlotte… how's my babies?” Charlotte smiled widely. If there was anyone she needed to thank so well for survival, it was Aunty Tanya. “They're well Aunty, maybe you should visit again soon.” Charlotte said smiling. Astor stood holding Charlotte on the waist, as though they'd take her away from him. “How's your husband?” Aunty Tanya asked, making Charlotte a little shy.