Novel & Cerita Novel Charlotte

Luna Charlotte Third-person POV... This is it. Charlotte wasn't supposed to die. She wanted to do so many things with her life, but here she is, watching her life drained. She can't even protect her unborn child from suffering the same fate she is about to suffer. She wishes she could have done more to protect their child. Charlotte is a witch, werewolf, and vampire. If Elena takes all her power, she is left with nothing. She would be nothing more than a lifeless, empty shell. Everything moved in slow motion as Charlotte watched Elena's eyes glow; unnatural black and black veins started to form on her face as she began to suck all of Charlotte's life out. It grew bigger as its energy began t

Once her thoughts registered in her head she realized how ridiculous she sounded, placing the knife back at its place she made her way towards the front door. Letting out a sigh of relief when she saw an older woman standing on the other side of the door. Charlotte stared at the older woman and wondered who she was. When she suddenly saw what she had with her, dogs. It's not that Charlotte didn't like dogs; she was just terrified. She had never had a pet and she couldn't help the fear. Walking towards the door she saw the dogs staring at her in confusion. One was a big Siberian husky, and the other was Shiba Inu, although the dogs were freaking gorgeous she didn't want to open the door for t

Emily smiled as a certain memory of little Dalton chasing after Charlotte popped into her mind. Charlotte was a hard kid and did not like to mingle with others. She had only one female friend until Dalton came along. She had hid behind her grandfather and refused to shake his hand when they were introduced. Charlotte's grandfather, Elijah, had flushed with embarrassment before apologizing on her behalf and telling Dalton and his grandfather that Charlotte was a shy little girl.

She took a deep breath and said, "I’m not expecting you to let me go. I did all this to marry you... Argh!" When Charlotte mentioned marrying Zachary Connor, his hand grabbed her even harder. She trembled from pain but insisted stubbornly. "If I can't marry you, I can only beg Victor Rutherford. I’ll be his… toy. You can do whatever you want with me. Although you’re notorious, I don’t think you could be more disgusting or shameless than Victor Rutherford.” Notorious? Shameless? How dare this woman describe him that way? In the past, the women who had been crazy about him had always been frightened by his cold gaze. Zachary had never met a woman like Charlotte Simmons, who was not afraid of t

Inside the private elevator, Charlotte pressed the button for the top floor, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Let them whisper all they want. They’ll see soon enough who truly belongs here. She adjusted her hair in the elevator’s mirrored walls, mentally preparing herself for what she assumed would be a warm welcome from Julian. After all, she was Charlotte Wainwright, wealthy, sophisticated, and an ideal match for someone of Julian’s stature. As soon as the elevator doors closed behind Charlotte, the employees erupted into hushed conversations.

The red-haired girl looked at her shoes, her face turning as red as her hair. Naomi didn't wait for an answer. She just turned and walked away. She felt a giant surge of power. She wasn't afraid of them. She wasn't afraid of their whispers. She realized that they were the small ones, not her. Back at the mansion, Charlotte was in the library. She was looking for a book on garden design. She wanted to fix the dead garden for her mother. She moved a stack of newspapers on the side table. They were local papers from the valley—the kind the servants read. One of them was open to the "Local News" section.

Free now to move, she rises to hands and knees, her body quaking. .... and she Comes again.... Head flung back, mouth wide, she howls like a wolf to the moon, and as she does so, Michael grunts and slams forward, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her to himself as he spurts his load in deep. ***** Charlotte paces up and down reception, constantly playing with the rings on her left hand. She is beautifully dressed and turned out, although I don't recognise most of the clothes. "Nice outfit," I comment. "I've not seen you in that before."

Charlotte had glanced down at her own brown suit and flat shoes and realised what a lost cause it was. A man like Mr Salvatore wouldn’t even notice a girl as plain and mousy as Charlotte. Not when he could have that piece of ass. But despite the realisation, Charlotte hadn’t stopped fantasising when she was in bed late at night with only a cat for company. Unfortunately, those fantasies were beginning to take over. It was now at the point where she was skipping off to the loo when she was supposed to be working, just to masturbate. “Hello?” Charlotte lifted her eyes and almost had to bite her tongue to keep from throwing a tantrum. The gorgeous redhead who stood before her was a business ass

Cheryl asked warily. “Nothing,” Alana said smoothly. “She’s just going to live in the Kingston mansion and give us information.” Cheryl swallowed. “You’re going to plant her as a maid.” “Exactly.” Alana’s voice was velvet over steel. “Charlotte’s weakness is compassion. She can’t ignore a wounded bird. If Lila’s entrance into her world feels like fate…if it feels like she saved the girl, she’ll open her doors and her heart.” Cheryl leaned back, half-startled, half-impressed. “You’re evil.”

" I looked at them, the men who once swore they would protect me for life. When did everything change? It started the day Charlotte came back. She did not ride in luxury cars—she rode motorcycles. She did not drink soda—she drank hard liquor. She did not admire flowers in a greenhouse—she fought battles in the business world. She was a wild rose, while I was an orchid in a greenhouse. Just like that, my delicacy became a flaw. My tears became an act. I took a deep breath. My nails were digging into my palms. "So, this is the birthday gift you've prepared for me?" Luke waved his hand impatiently. "If you're here to make a scene, just leave. Don't ruin everyone's mood." Charlotte raised a brow