Charisma Poe Novels & Stories

Charles was a famous top leading businessman for twenty-eight consecutive years until he took the spot as the new Number one and Charles was demoted to the top two and that’s how Charles held a deep grudge against him. A couple of hours passed, and Dion and Victor did nothing but chatter relentlessly in the office after a facile effort of finishing three mountains of paper works in just a short span of hours. It was a piece of cake for Dion to revise, sign, and correct them, he’s been doing this kind of work since he was in his early teens.

V. I can't believe that Charisma is back, after what happened to her I wouldn't blame her for not coming back to school. Being assaulted like that does something to someone's mind. I'm glad that her parents helped her through it. Yeah, they helped her by sending her away to Spain to live with her cousin. I mean Charisma has a great body. She is about 5'4" tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, light brown complexion and even has a tattoo of stars on her back. Let's not forget that she thinks that she is smarter than everyone. It is just nice to have her back though.

He lunged forward, pulling the furs away and burying his face against my chest, peppering my skin with small, frantic kisses. “Shall we finish what we started? The pressure in my blood is becoming a torment, Brooke.” But the fire in me had been doused by a cold wave of reality. I pushed against his shoulders, my movements sharp and subconscious. “Are the two of you truly so close?” Charis sounded like a female of high standing—educated in the foreign Citadels, successful, and confident enough to demand the Alpha’s time. And her first instinct upon returning was to seek him out. The implication felt like a brand.

I hurried forward to pull Charlie back, as he seemed to be standing right where it was going to land. "It worked." Charlie smiled. "You made that?" I blinked, not surprised he did, but surprised he pulled it off barely seconds after realising the truth. "Emotions are merely the source of power, the ink in the pen." He stated, looking up at his creation. A beautiful black Pegasus trotted to a stop a few steps in front of us. It stood on its back legs, its wings blowing a violent gust of wind as it let out a loud cry that pricked my ears a little.

The heavy, masculine scent of his body washed over my senses again, triggering wild memories of what had happened in the garden earlier this morning. I clenched my fists against the desk, fighting to keep myself from drowning in his dangerous charm. "You're crazy. You already belong to my mother." Alexander did not back away. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, forming a faint, mocking smirk. His sharp eyes dropped to my lips for a few seconds before locking back onto mine. His large hand moved slowly across the wooden surface, nearly brushing the tips of my fingers. "But I don't belong to you yet, and you don't belong to me," Alexander countered, his voice smooth but laced with provoca

Belle grinned as she looked at Rey. Rey, like Alicia, as well as their other classmates, had a creepy smile on his face, courtesy of Belle. “Everyone is now under my control. Except Adonis, of course. I can’t take that risk yet…” Since Adonis had the Hero Class and had a much higher level than she, Belle wasn’t confident in her ability to charm him. Her A-Tier Skill [Grand Charm] allowed her to completely obtain the allegiance of any target of hers as long as they heard her voice or looked into her eyes—or both—when she activated the Skill.

The fabric clung to her body, outlining every delicate curve, and his heartbeat surged. Fuck, she didn’t even seem aware of how breathtaking she looked. Eyes closed, lips parted.........she was both angel and sin. And he found himself unable to look away. Like a devotee to his goddess, he watched her unblinkingly as she lured him deeper into the spell of her charm.

They are good-looking, but looks are not everything for me. Looking at the guy now who’s also eyeing me with the same intensity as yesterday, gives me the chills down my spine. Sure, he’s good-looking, his black hair has this messy look which made him look like a bad boy. And his brows? To die for! It’s in perfect shape and it’s all hair I can say. It must be good to have the same brows where I don’t have to use a brow pencil or something. His nose was pointed and he has a skin that looks like has been in the derma every month. And he’s so tall! I bet he’s about 6’ or 6’1. Looking at him, I can tell he’s from a rich family. But still, the weird sensation coming from the necklace still linger