Charisma Myth Novels & Stories

He was young then and a jerk too. Sarah rose to her feet. “You're at the beach. Why not have some fun, relax and forget about him. You've got a lot of things going on in your life already. This would only make things more complicated.” She chuckled. “You'd probably end up using him as a rebound.” Rebound. That word felt like a slap because Sarah wasn't exactly wrong. The whole point of her coming down here was to find a distraction and Anthony looked like the perfect fit for her type of distraction.

Edward said as he stood looking at the two company employees in what looked like a love scene. "Dad, they seem like a perfect match," Carver said to Edward. "What? No-no... that will never happen!" Secretary Cheri freed herself from the hands that were holding her body. "Get away from me, Manager Joan!" Manager Joan said. "I believe we are meant to be, Secretary Cheri. Just like Young Master Carver said." Cheri's secretary dusted her arm. "That can't happen in my lifetime! I'm too young and too beautiful to be the wife of an old man like you!"

“I guess they believe in what he tells them.” “He tells them to do a lot of stupid shit. They do it because he has charisma. Not charm or good looks or white teeth. Charisma is a gift from God that makes others follow you, believe in you. Saints and prophets had it.” I still wasn’t buying it. “Sounds great, but if I have this God given ability, why didn’t anyone ever listen to me back home?”

Then there is your talent for being quiet and unobtrusive when we are with other people, which only adds to your air of mystique. ‘Mystique?’ Charley grimaced. "I’m just shy, you know that." "Except with me..." the sunlight glossed his dark hair as he sent her a grin. "... which is when another of your amazing talents puts in an appearance—the wildly passionate and sometimes downright provocative you, like you’re being now." "I am not being provocative!" Charley protested. "What would you call the way you are sitting there curled up in that seat like an innocent kitten when you know your skirt has ridden up to the tops of your thighs?"

Mina said, pulling Charms into her arms hugging her tightly. “I’m not talking about, using Fae magic, I’m talking about granting a wish. I can't grant any of your wishes, but I can grant the wish of someone I don't care bout.” Charms said, determined to help. “Is there anyone here you don't care about? And what will they have to wish for?” Ji'lahni asked Charms hopeful. “They would only have to wish that we get to the dragon without being seen.” Charms said, as she focused on trying to tap into her leprechaun powers. “Ok, but who do you not care about? One of the warriors.” Mina asked and Charms looked at the warriors and didn't feel the call. She shook her head.

Just getting 10 charisma the last time changed Riel's face from ordinary to extraordinary. I wondered what would happen if my charisma increased by a factor of twenty. Would I have an angelic face that makes every woman fall in love with me the moment they see me? That is a very powerful skill in and of itself. But I went with the second option. For a brief moment, my body glowed, and I heard a sound similar to a key unlocking something inside of me. And when it was finished, my body felt lighter. My evolution took only a few minutes.

"I've known you your whole life. Whatever this is, it doesn't change who you are underneath it." "You don't know that. Nobody knows that." I dropped my hands, meeting her eyes properly for the first time since the panic had set in. "Malachar is powerful, and cruel underneath all that charm, and he wasn't born that way either. Power doesn't announce itself as good or bad. It just is, and then people decide what to do with it."

"It's part of why they're so successful in business. People naturally respond to them." "Charismatic," Maya repeated flatly. "Honey, that wasn't charisma. That was a full-body experience. I think I had a mini-orgasm just from shaking his hand." "Maya!" "I'm serious!" Maya sat up, her expression caught between embarrassment and awe. "There was this... I don't even know how to describe it. This energy or presence or something that just radiated from him. Made every nerve ending come alive. Made me want to...." She broke off, fanning herself with her hand. "Okay, I need to stop before I say something really inappropriate about your boyfriend."

“Is Miasma even your name?” Miasma nodded. “And I have always loved chariko. I love that it makes people a little kinder to each other. And I never asked to be a Magos. Same as you …” she held up her hand as Ilyria started to interrupt, “Same as you, Ilyria. My element is earth though. Yours is metal.” “What?” Ilyria stood dumbly, in her head, pieces clicked into place and a strange sort of sense emerged.

Oh God. “Takoda doesn’t really date,” Charity continued, taking a slow drink from her plastic water bottle. “Girls usually just...” Another tiny, knowing smile touched her lips. “Orbit.” Harmony made a soft, choking sound beside me, burying her face in her hands. I stared down into my cider cup, my cheeks burning with heat. “That’s horrifying.” “It’s true, though.” Charity shrugged lightly, looking back at the roaring flames. “Most girls around here have had a massive thing for him since high school.”