Charisma Poe Novels & Stories

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

“When we’re rested and when I know my mother is all right.” “The longer you make me wait…” Her chin rose, bringing her confident expression to view. “Yes, Mr. Demetri, bring it on.” My dick twitched again. “Fuck.” As I pulled out, Charli’s smile morphed to a pout. “Oh, princess, sleep.” I rolled to my back and pulled her close. With her head on my chest, Charli said, “Whether you want to admit it or not, you are Prince Charming.” Stroking her still-damp hair as the scent of flowers filled my senses, I wished I was, but I wasn’t. For her I’d do my best, but I wasn’t the pure-hearted Disney prince. I knew evil.

she hisses, pointing at the book like it’s a rabid animal. I sigh and rub my temple. “Focus. We don’t need another cursed bite mark.” Parker clutches his hand to his chest like I wounded him. “You wound me, Alpha. This hand is essential to my charm.” “Your charm doesn’t work on books,” Trixie mutters. “It’s clearly working on you,” he replies with that annoyingly smug grin. “I’d rather be charmed by a venomous snake.” “Snakes are better conversationalists,” he says.

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

 |The enthralling Casanova | "Wet already, darling?" The heavy breaths of a woman against his ears stretched a smug smirk across his plump damp lips. He didn't have to do a thing. He didn't do anything but still, she was squirming on his lap. Just his callous fingers slyly stroking the milky skin of her thigh, lips grazing over her collar bones and that was all needed to hypnotize her in his charm. Her breath quickened, her grip around his neck compressed, just the way he wanted.

His expression was one of fervent delight and enthusiasm. "Since when did you become a fan of race car driving?" Charlene inquired, a little taken aback. She knew Terence hadn't been interested in racing, but she hadn't spent much time with him. "I hadn't even met my queen yet! Are you aware of how gorgeous and awesome she is? You'll realize why I fell in love with racing once you saw my queen, Charlene! You'll fall for her, too, I'm sure! After all, it's hard for anyone not to adore my queen given how wonderful and flawless she is." That's when CC made her formal debut. Once more, Terence lost himself in his fervent applause and failed to notice Charlene at all. Charlene was still without m

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not even asking you to bed every single woman that you come across. Just one –" "Enough. This is not the issue here. Gods… when did His Highness became this shameless? I really think the princess might be a bad influence on him when it comes to this –" Levy roared in laughter. "Don't blame the princess, Reed. Haha. You must know that His Highness himself is a naturally shameless wolf. Her Highness just happened to be the fated one to bring his true nature out." "That's enough, you two. You go get Elijah now, Levy." Zolan butted in and Levy chuckled again before finally leaving to carry out his orders.

Evelyn’s POV The lights weren’t harsh, but my palms still sweated under their glow. They illuminated the soft golden drapes that hung from the high ceilings, catching in the folds like sunlight clinging to late autumn leaves. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine candles and aged wine. Around me, laughter drifted in delicate waves, punctuated by the clink of crystal glasses and the smooth hum of a live string quartet tucked into the corner. A charity event—intimate, sophisticated, curated to feel effortless. The kind of evening Morgan Blackstone might’ve once orchestrated not out of compassion, but for power. For influence. For optics.

“Perhaps this is more to your liking.” It flipped its other palm. This time, a golden crown adorned with glowing emeralds, jeweled rings, and charms spilled into a pile at its feet. “Anything your heart desires can be yours,” it whispered. “All you must do… is ask.” Charlene’s eyes burned like twin suns. “I do have a question,” she said calmly, hovering above the snow with her arms outstretched, fireballs still glowing. Her hair whipped around her face like a flame.

I dared not look at that particular guest in the eye, so I lowered my head instantly. But I soon heard a deep and cool voice. "Why did you go speed-dating behind my back? Do you prefer older people so that you can inherit their assets sooner?" Hold on, that voice sounded quite familiar! If anything, he sounded just like my boyfriend! I raised my head instantly. Holy shit, it really was Pierce! "This is all scripted, Pierce! It's a gig that I've accepted. You should get out of that seat; that place is reserved for the older ladies."