Novel & Cerita Novel Charlotte

Spending the day with Charlotte, Jax, Oliver, and the kids made me more acquainted with them. Charlotte and Morris live near the packhouse in a cozy private farmhouse, and they were high school sweethearts. Morris is a supportive mate and tries to encourage Charlotte to pursue her fashion designer dream, which she did. Still, then she became pregnant and chose to drop her college studies, focusing on her family. Unfortunately, she suffered a miscarriage, and ever since, she hadn't been able to conceive. By how she took care of Carl, I could tell that she wanted to be a mother more than anything else.

“Well, puppy… sadly, I ain’t no Father Christmas.” Leo’s eyes widened dramatically. “So you’re denying a helpless puppy milk and cookies?” “You’re not helpless,” Charlotte said, crossing her arms. “You’re a menace.” “A cute menace,” he corrected, stepping closer. “Debatable.” He gasped. “Harsh. You just broke my heart.” Charlotte giggled, shaking her head. “Oh, please. You’ll survive. Look at yourself in the mirror and you’ll move on as quickly as a flash. Good-looking men don’t get their hearts broken so easily.”

said Charlotte with a serious considerate tone . " Truth be told , since I became a maid , all the people I meet seem to have a lot of hatred towards humans . They keep insulting me and making fun of me for being like this . I am already being looked down on by the servants let alone the commoners , aristocrats, and nobles . I am not fit for being your wife . In order to not drag his majesty's honorable reputation , I think it is better for us to divorce . " said Charlotte with an embarrassed and serious tone .

I left the door wide open and walked back to lay on the bed. Charlotte came inside looking very regal. She did not dress the normal conservative and queenly way she normally did. She wore jeans short and a sleeveless casual tank top. Her hair was not combed or styled in its usual perfect manner. She had curly hair and she let it flow all over her shoulders. She dropped the polythene bag she was holding on the room desk and she sat on the bed, beside me. “Don't forgive her!!” Rizz barked. I was busy counting my fingers since I had nothing to do to keep me busy. Charlotte was staring at me.

She didn’t need another one, and she sure as hell didn’t need one fought in the dark corners. And me… I didn’t know if I had it in me either to keep fighting. But one thing I did know: Charlotte hadn’t come here just to “work.” She’d come here to ruin something. Maybe to ruin everything. I leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and whispered to the empty room. “Not this time.” Because if Charlotte wanted a war, I was ready to give her the war. *** Charlotte’s POV I was still in the kitchen looking around at the people going around and cooking.

A fashionable woman suddenly sat beside me. “Hey, why are you sitting alone?” “I injured my ankle,” I replied with a small smile. She leaned closer. “I’m Charlotte. What’s your name?” “Vivienne.” Her voice lowered playfully. “I saw you come with Alexander. How did you get him?” I looked at her calmly but did not answer. She laughed. “With your looks, he must spend a lot on you. Rich men are hard to deal with, right?” “I wouldn’t know.” “Oh come on,” she said. “Share some tricks. My old man is so stingy. I begged him before he brought me here.”

Impulse was a luxury I had stopped allowing myself a long time ago. But that had not felt like a choice. That had felt like something else and I was not entirely sure I had a word for it yet. I thought about Charlotte at breakfast with her damp hair and her book. I thought about her sitting across from me in the library asking me whose idea the heir clause was with the kind of directness that most people in my life had learned not to use with me. I thought about the way she had looked at the mansion when we first arrived, taking it all in without saying anything, storing it all somewhere behind those green eyes.

It had been too long since I'd had her in my arms, too long since I'd tasted her lips. Charlotte. Just the thought of her name sent a shiver through me. She was smart, beautiful, everything Eleanor wasn't. Eleanor. She was nothing but a whore. A distraction. A mistake. She was nothing compared to Charlotte, who had the brains and the beauty to make a man lose his mind. In my mind, I saw Charlotte standing before me, her eyes blazing with the same passion that had first drawn me to her. I imagined running my hands through her hair, feeling the softness of her skin.

Charlotte stood up immediately, grabbing me softly by my left arm. “I want you Drake." She pleaded,her arms found their way around my neck. She closed the gap between us,her mine leaning closer to mine until it met in a soft yet delicate kiss. I pushed her away,my eyes darkening . What could have triggered Charlotte's sudden desire for me? What is she up to? “ Well I literally just woke up and __." I lied,my palm caressed my stomach and I grimaced. “I am famished. I'll be glad if you do me the favor of preparing breakfast."

she said as she rose. Then Legolas heard the weirdest sound of all in that hour, and he knew it was Charlotte beneath her visor. Charlotte appeared to chuckle, and her crisp voice sounded as if it were made of steel. “Disgrace to those who call evil good, and good evil; who confuse darkness with light, and light with darkness; who confuse bitter with sweet, and sweet with bitter! Shame on those who think they are knowledgeable and prudent in their own eyes. Woe to those who are powerful enough to drink wine and strong enough to mix the strong drink, and who excuse the wicked for reward while taking away the holiness of the virtuous! But I am not just a folk! You're staring at a Hope. I am Ch