Charisma Poe Novels & Stories

Fresh out of the shower, black hair tied into a bun, a pair of glasses perched on her nose, an old sweater, nothing else, and a hypnotizing glimmer in her eyes. “Hello Abby.” “Anthony…”

“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.

Charlie immediately plops down into a chair, totally oblivious to the leaking blood bank on the other side of Grace. “If I recall you seem to be in better shape than the last time he sunk his fangs in you,” Grace jokes. “What I’m willing to do to keep my heart beating,” Charlie replies, matching Grace’s joking tone. Just as I am about to offer for us to leave, Paige runs up to Charlie. “I requested a song and I want you to join us on the dance floor.” Her blonde hair whips as she sways her head. If I could vomit, I would. This Paige is the complete opposite as my Charlie and I don’t want any aspect of her rubbing off on Charlie or worse yet…tainting her. She’s insecure and desperate as she f

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?"

"You're magnificent Aunty Mia! You're beautiful! You look like an angel!" "Charm at its finest." I turned my head a little due to the insects on me and saw Grace walking towards us with a mystified look in her face. I smiled at her, "What's charm?" "You, what you're doing. It's Charm, one of the rarest special abilities from Selene. If not the rarest. I've heard so much about it but haven't seen it myself ever but here you are in my own little garden." "Will I get a special ability too?" Jaime said.

I felt for him, "Char, I'm sure it's me, but I have no idea what you are going for." "All these men are beautiful. They can pull off the dark-hued styles, but..." she shook the pile of photos in her hold, "I'm afraid not the same way with the splash of colors." "So...." "Our model has to have a darkish look like Satan doing the Cha Cha." "Gosh," Joey pinched the bridge of his nose, "It's her weird taste in men again. Seriously Char, real life is not a fucking Rom-com." "Wait a minute." I raised a finger. And as everything began to fall into place, I slowly rose from my seat, like I could see the image she was trying to paint, mentally, "You're right, Char."

“They were childhood friends of Chelsea’s, but Cynthia and Olivia were always closer. We didn’t know their real plan for Charity or Elle until we were already here. Damon’s mother, threatening to turn us over to Red Saw if we dared run.” “Thank the Goddess they’re both worm food then,” I growl out, wishing they were alive so I can kill them myself. “Both are dead. Why haven’t you taken Charity and left?” “It seems the more we run from her destiny, the more we run right into it.” He sighs, a subtle smile on his lips. “She is a wonderful gamma, though.” Pride in his words, as he stands from the couch, with me following his actions. “She is,” I agree, my hand extending, in a peace offering and

Then I would leave, permanently. “So what happens now?” I had to ask. Charlie leaned back on the couch and grinned like this was the beginning of a fun little rom-com. He was charming, I had to give him that. With his golden blond hair, dimples, and soft warm eyes, he looked like he’d walked out of a Disney movie –like a Prince Charming. He was the exact opposite of Maverick Russo, who gave off the energy of a fallen angel –beautiful, yes, but dangerous in all the wrong ways. I couldn’t help but wonder how the two of them even became friends in the first place.

"Given your high caste status and arrogant personality, my mind doubts your boots would visit a cheap park for simple pleasure." "I... I already told your ears before the masquerade that my hands were organizing a holiday gathering for our territory staff wolves!" Charis stammers, her face turning pale under the linen as she searches for a quick lie. "Of course my brain learned every single detail about the building design beforehand!" "Your tongue sounds completely unconvincing, Charis," my voice laughs softly, picking up my leather bag from the chair. "Take your time speaking to the alpha. My boots need to visit the washroom down the hall."