One Piece Charlotte Novels & Stories

~Caspian~ The moment Charlotte walked into Alpha Justin's office, the world around me ceased to exist. Her presence consumed my senses, and nothing else seemed to matter. Charlotte. The name echoed in my mind like a beautiful melody; her image burned into my thoughts. Brown hair cascaded her shoulders, framing a face that held an enchanting allure. But it was her eyes – those captivating cat-like eyes – that ensnared me entirely. In that instant, I felt as if I were drowning in a sea of emotions, and my heart raced uncontrollably.

"I'm going to shop, I require some items, I want to write them down. Quickly go get it, I'm running late." The maid shook her head, thinking of asking a few more questions. But then she shrugged and strode off, and Charlotte was grateful for that. Two minutes later, she returned and handed it to Charlotte. She thanked her, and hurried back to her room. Ten minutes later, Charlotte was done writing down what she needed it for. She hid the note underneath her bra and marched to the wardrobe to get her hoodie. As soon as she was ready, she headed downstairs. She came into view with Lorenzo and Salvador having a conversation. But it looks they were having a slight misunderstanding.

I'd barely started when the door burst open, revealing Charlotte in all her dramatic glory. "There you are!" she exclaimed, her red hair wild around her face. "I've been texting you for hours!" "I was traveling," I explained simply. Charlotte threw herself into the chair beside me. "Whatever. Let me copy your project. I'm completely stuck." She then noticed the food bag Florian had given me. Her eyes widened with interest. "Is that from the Northern Feast place? They make the best venison dumplings!" Before I could stop her, she was already helping herself to the food.

“The bones were good if your design and with some adjustments, it will be perfect.” Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was controlling her emotions so well that I was suspicious. How could she do that? If it was me, I would had exploded on the person bt now. Axel told me what he felt but he said it only lasted a second and he wasn’t sure after she expertly denied it. To make him feel it, she needed to be an Alphas daughter. The problem was, all missing children looked nothing like her. “Alpha Waylon, is there a place I can work? I need to spread out my designs and my room isnt quite big enough.” Charlotte asked me as I pulled up to the pack house.

“Sam, this is my son, Oliver.” Just then, Charlotte emerged in the doorway. With narrowed eyes, she put one hand over Oliver’s chest protectively. “I thought that was your voice,” she sneered at me. “Where’s the psychologist? We don’t have time to talk to the maid.” So Oliver really was my next patient. Charlotte had been in the waiting room. Her hair was pulled back into a loose bun, with curly tendrils framing her face. She had on a tight fitting halter top and an a-line skirt, both of them a rich purple. Oliver moved backwards, into her, his little face scrunched up in confusion.

She said taking his hands and injecting venom into the word Queen. “She stays with me. She is my and your equal now and will not be banished to the hall in her own home.” Shane spat back at her. She nodded dropping his hands and all traces of her sweetness. “Fine have it your way.” Now I know where Charlotte gets her acting skills. “Charlotte is pregnant and it is your child.” As the words fell from her mouth my breath caught and quickened in my throat while time slowed.

I smiled as I handed her a plate and then started to fill a plate for myself. We had all just finished eating when someone knocked at the door. I nodded my head to Lance who went to open it. I gathered it would be Daisy here for Charlotte, maybe I could shag her to get rid of these urges. I was planning on firing her any way. I could shag her and then send her on her way. “Oh my god babe why did you not wear a top to cover your scars? They look hideous and these men are trying to eat”. I noticed Charlotte turn red as she looked down at her scared arms and that pissed me off “Us men happen to think that Charlotte looks fine as she is, some of us even find her attractive” I growled at her whil

Sean dropped down on the sofa next to Madeline, running a hand over her stomach as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Charlotte walked over to the full length mirror, taking one last look at herself as a single woman. Technically she wasn't single, but she also wasn't married either, so sue her. She angled her neck, staring at the red indents she bore on her neck forever from her mates. She ran a hand over it, letting her eyes fall closed. It should have been sore, given how many times her mates felt the need to constantly sink their teeth into their marks whenever they had sex. Sure, it made her orgasm like a rocketlauncher, but they could also act a little less like cavemen during future e

I will protect her. "Dad who is the enemy?" "I cannot disclose anything of that sort to you at all. I cannot go against nature. All I can do is to tell you that the enemy will act out soon. So hurry up and go to her, she is waiting or it will be too late." Suddenly I am drawn in the void hole as I felt so tired and fell asleep. When I woke up I felt something hit my stomach as my heart pierced as if it would pop out. I knew something is wrong. Charlotte is in trouble. I get up too eager to follow her wherever she is, surely this pain will guide me to where she is right now. Why did she deserve to be treated this way. To be born unliked by everyone. I am no victim I thought she was weak when

I sat down quietly, keeping my head low, praying that everyone would go back to their food and forget I existed. The dining room was filled with a few people, Damien, Aiden, Olivia, and two other men I didn’t recognize. The long table was lined with various dishes, the kind you’d only see during a feast. But I had no appetite. Just the sight of the food made my stomach turn. I silently hoped everyone would remain quiet, just like they were now. If no one said a word, maybe I could survive this breakfast without falling apart. But Damien ruined that hope. “Welcome to the family, Charlotte,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I hope you slept well?”