Chara's Novels & Stories

One of them explained. OK, so she's a girl? How can I recognize her if that man only shows me the name of an Account? The name is unique, the name is Strawberrykiss. Well, it's a fake account, so maybe the owner wrote down a random name to be used as the account name. We waited long enough for the Strawberrykiss ID owner to open the chat room. And the man in front of us was right. We could see her face as soon as she opened her chat room.

I'm not sensitive. You're a fucking smart ass Charll. A badass mothafucka . "Charll, you're not a badass motherfu-" And that was it, the car tumbled over.

She stomped her feet. "What exactly do you want, Sofia?" I restrained my annoyance. Why did she have to yell all the time? "Just sit here and...Charlene!" She suddenly chirruped and sprang up to meet a girl of her height with an embrace. Charlene? Oh, yes, Charlene, her non-binary friend whose mother was Afro-American. The girl, no, was smartly dressed in a flamingo-pink dress that almost matched Sofia's. Their chestnut hair flopped over their large foreheads. Charlene was a beautiful sight, and Sofia brought them to me.

If Lila is so courageous to think of something as that on her own, then why did she allow herself to pass through the humiliations in Grey's hands? “Lila, don't you think that is too fast? You just got everything you wanted, I don't think there's a need to place such demand immediately.” “Poor Dan, I'm beginning to feel bad for him already,” Charia muttered. “Helloooo..” Charia, is this you talking or is some spirit talking through you?” Lila said waving her hands over Charia's face.

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

“You’re mine, Morgan. Don’t pretend otherwise.” She tried to leave him. But at five months pregnant, Charles lured her to his apartment under the guise of saying goodbye. He locked the door. He screamed accusations. He hit her—once, then again—until her vision blurred and she collapsed to the floor, arms curled protectively around the fragile life inside her. She escaped only when his rage momentarily blinded him. Barefoot and bleeding, she fled into the icy Brooklyn streets, eventually finding a phone booth where she called the only man she knew would come.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly! So the saying "You become the person you swore to destroy" is true? Nah! I won't stoop on Hana's level. Hold on a second, I am Eschia, not Valeria! I could change my fate! Yes, that's the solution! Callista, forgive me if I will change the course of events in your novel. I hope you'll understand my situation. I don't want more drama in my life.