Novels by Winner Charles

Hermosa pov I sat at the table, all eyes on me.“Are you okay?” Ragal asked softly. This was the first time today he didn’t have that hardened look on his face.“Yeah… I need to freshen up.” I feigned a smile, thinking about the knife hidden in my dress. Tonight, I was going to have my way—damn the consequences.Rapheal’s jaw tightened at the show of affection. “Let’s eat.” He stabbed into the steak, cutting it roughly as if passing off some sort of warning.They had all forgotten poor Eleanor, who slung her arm over a nonchalant Rapheal, while he kept his gaze locked on me throughout dinner. I wonder what was going through his head did he know I had the knife or am I getting paranoid?I couldn’t cut the steak. It was too hard, and my grip on the knife was sloppy, my palm slick with sweat. I was nervous. My mind wasn’t on the food.I wanted this knife somewhere else—lodged in his throat to make him feel the exact pain Cammy.I shot him a cold glare, watching him chew as if he could f

Hermosa“Yes.”“No.” Eleanor said quickly, nervously picking up her purse.“Okay, is it a yes or no?” He looked from me to her.There was a pause after the question. Even Eleanor was avoiding this tough discussion, but I wanted everything out.No more hiding. No more secrets.“It’s a yes.” I said, the words spilling from my lips. “She was my pimp back at the strip club.” I pointed an accusing finger at her.She clutched her purse tightly, searching for an item I was sure wasn’t there, her eyes avoiding Ragal.“I need the truth!” Ragal slammed the table with his fist in anger, jolting Eleanor back to reality.“She’s lying.” Her voice cracked slightly as she watched his flaring nostrils.“Why would she say something as crazy as that?” he asked.She shrugged nervously. “I don’t know…”I could see the tension in his body, his eyes a completely different color.He grabbed the half-finished wine in front of him and downed it, the glass empty in seconds. Now I see the reason he drank so ofte

It was then I noticed the two chairs seated by the large table, and with his cunning smile, I knew this was far from over."Who are we expecting?""You will see." He glanced at his wristwatch. "They are on their way."He popped the wine on the table, filling my cup and his."Cheers." He smiled, sipping the contents from the glass, savouring the taste while I stared blankly wondering what was going on with him."Drink your wine." He offered, savouring his with careless abandon, those blue eyes of his twinkling with satisfaction.I couldn't quite understand his fascination with this place as he sampled the wine on the table."This is good." He took another sip, obviously relaxed and unbothered about his environment.Me on the other hand was restless. The strip club turned restaurant looked normal — the waitresses serving food and light bulbs strung all over the place screamed both luxury and suspicion.I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, my eyes landing on the exact bar once used for po

HermosaHe opened the car door for me to enter. I could feel hot stares all around me as I stared in.This was the first time Ragal was taking a woman out and I was nervous sitting on the passenger seat while he drove off.*This night is going to be bloody.* Rang in my ears over and over again. It wasn't supposed to bug me but it did.His eyes were focused on the road, his grip on the wheel tight like a vice.I bit my lips and stared out of the car window with a worried look on my face."Don't lean in too much." He pushed me gently. "I don't trust this place."*This place?* I looked at him with questions piled up in my head. "Where are you taking me?""Relax, you will love it." He hit the pedal, speeding past a few more cars.After that pep talk at my room, he hadn't spoken to me on the road until now. My mind still raced with thoughts of where we were headed.I just hoped it was safe.Bright light illuminated the streets around us. I noticed the billboard — well, of course. It was th

Hermosa POVAfter the strange conversation I had with Lucy, my hairs were on end.There was something she wasn’t telling me, and whether I wanted to admit it or not, it bothered me.I went back to my room, staring at the wardrobe filled with different clothes.I rummaged through them, picking what I thought would be suitable for a dinner—which, by the way, was still suspicious.Long gowns with exposed backs, short gowns with barely any length filled the wardrobe.The clothes hanging there all spoke one word—lustful. Tempting.I couldn’t imagine myself going half-naked anywhere.That life had died with the pole.I checked the sizes, and they were all tailored exactly to my body.Ragal had me cornered. It was troubling, especially with the marks on Lucy’s body and her strange relationship with the head maid.There was something she wasn’t telling me, and it kept gnawing at me.I dropped onto the bed, the soft cover sinking under my weight, exhausted from searching through the clothes.W

Something was definitely off. The witches carefully plucked herbs, avoiding my eyes, quietly hurrying them over to their mistress's chamber — Eleanor's chamber. I squared my shoulders, determined to find some answers. I knocked gently at the door. Witches whispered all around me. Bad things, I hoped. Though truthfully, I didn't care anymore what they thought about me. I had saved them from extinction, but I could always take them back there. There had been a call for all witches to die, on the grounds that they were a threat to werewolves. I had agreed to the motion at first, alongside the elders — but after sitting with it for several days, I knew something didn't add up. Killing innocent witches for what their predecessors had done was madness. So I moved to bring them here. I clothed and fed them and made sure no harm would come to them — especially not from power-hungry fools. Yet someone had dared attack the guards, slipped through here, overstayed their welcome, and I wa