Barbas Charmed Novels & Stories

He almost seemed to hesitate. Seeing this, Isabella grabbed a cigar from the table. Before Damien could move, she shoved the glowing tip of the cigar into the back of my hand. The sick-sweet smell of my own burning flesh filled the air. I gasped, instinctively trying to pull my hand back. But Isabella was faster. She cried out first, pointing at her own slightly red fingers. "Ouch, it's hot! I was just offering her a cigar and she pushed me." "Enough!" Damien finally snapped.

NICHOLAS' POV I was deep inside the garden, next to the spring pool, when I caught a whiff of it. Caramel scent, the soft type that just awoke the beast within me. Omega pheromone. Not just any omega. This one was in heat, and she was even here, in this garden. The scent was enticing, filling up my nostrils. My muscles stiffened as the awareness sharpened into something I couldn’t control, something primal. My wolf thrashed underneath, almost clawing to the surface.

Why did he seem to regret what happened? "Hah, I'd better get cleaned up," he monologued to ward off the bad feeling in her heart. After changing into the pajamas available in the closet, Barra quickly dried her hair. Although there were still panda-eye shadows under his eyelids, the charm of her good looks was undeniable. The cheeks adorned with dimples were printed on the face of Serena's ex-boyfriend.

"My name is Barbara Adams..." ​Rhyssa’s lips twitch and her feline eyes crinkle with mischief, She lets out a low chuckle that vibrates in her throat. "Okay... Barbie." ​I blanch instantly and my mouth drops open at the horrible nickname. Barbie? Seriously??? Before I can snap back she smoothly steps closer, her tone dropping into a conspiratorial whisper as she gestures toward the patrons scattered around the room. "This is the VVIP section," she explains, her sharp eyeliner glinting under the red lights. "These are the creme de la crop of society we're dealing with up here... I'm talking extremely wealthy motherfuckers." She leans in a fraction closer, a wicked spark in her eyes. "I'm just

“Little Damien—maybe six or seven—watched Mary Poppins once. Just once. The next day, he climbed up to the garage with one of his mom’s designer umbrellas. The whole house was in chaos. Angel was crying, I was screaming, and Damien? He was ready to leap into destiny.” Damien groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Why are you like this?” “Because you give me the material. Anyway,” Chris continued, clearly enjoying himself, “he jumps. The umbrella flips inside out mid-air and he lands on the lawn like a sack of potatoes. Bruised his ego more than anything else.” I was laughing so hard I had to put down my fork. Damien just shook his head, but a genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mo

Then, a cool response, "I know. I feel it, too. Let me think..." Charlene watched as ReNew closed their eyes in deep concentration. A soft glow filled the room, and suddenly, an x-ray-like vision appeared before them. A swirling, pulsating wave radiated from her mother’s neck, encasing the charm in a protective bubble. "The charm is protecting itself," ReNew explained in a steady tone. "We need to break through it, but we must get closer." Charlene’s heart raced. "How? How do we do that?" she thought desperately.

“Jessica and Benjamin will follow up with attacks from both sides. As this is a narrow path, you should run straight ahead and not look back until you reach a safe hiding spot at the end. You’re the distraction if they cannot hold against the enemy.” Having the most important and dangerous role, Charlie clutched the holy water loot from earlier and dumped it over his head for good luck. “May lady luck bless me once more,” he prayed as Zen counted down. Damian and Remi had the fusion spell ready and even Basil was on high alert. “Go!” Zen urged and Charlie sprinted like he’d never done before. As soon as his feet passed the previous invisible barrier that the poison slimes disintergrated at,

I stared at the grand structure, then turned slowly to look at Dante, who was casually lowering his phone. "Okay, I'm sorry, but is this Charmed?" I asked, throwing my hands up in the air as my frantic human mind tried to process the sheer madness of what I was looking at. "Because I remember when I watched "Charmed" back in the day, something exactly like this happened in one of the episodes. So did you like... literally just copy a 90s television show to build your secret mafia house?" Dante rolled his eyes, letting out a soft, heavy sigh that carried a surprising trace of amusement. But as he looked down at me, the hard, ruthless lines of his face softened for a fraction of a second, and

“My goodness, Barbara! What happened to you? Have you been possessed by a good witch? What’s with the sudden change? You defended him from everyone as if you two have a deep relationship now.” Letisha rose up to her feet and crossed her arms. “Espe was right! What gotten into you, huh? You even manage to finance him just to change his appearance and fashion style.” “You are thinking wrong! I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t put the paint on the door in the first place.” “See! You’re defending him again from us!” “Just stop bullying him, okay? That won’t do us any good.” Esperanza moved closer to Barbara and looked straight into her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with that

She closes her eyes, swallowing hard and fascinated, my eyes track the tiny movement, stopping at the hollow in the base of her neck between her collarbones. The place for my mark. Aware now of how perilous her situation is, she shakes her head, then finally stutters her answer. “I can’t bestow a charm with my magic. They’re only blessings.” Under the intensity of my ravenous gaze, she squirms, and I tighten my grip, suppressing her movements, subduing her with entirely too much relish. “Why?” Against me, Darby’s temper flares. Still defensive, she eyes me pointedly. “That’s none of your affair.”