Charisma Synonym Novels & Stories

“Ladies, just flock to me. How could they not with my smile and undeniable charm?” “I know a certain blonde that doesn’t,” he retorts with a chuckle, enjoying himself too much. “Seems your charm could use some refinement.” His reminder of Charity’s obvious immunity to me has a growl of disdain rumbling through my chest. “Did you call with a purpose, or just to annoy me?”

“You see that? Even the system agrees. I win.” I gawked at him. “Win what?” He leaned closer, that predatory, confident energy wrapping around me like a second skin. “Your affection, obviously. For obvious reasons.” I groaned again, dramatically, flopping my head onto my desk. “The system’s rigged. You cheated. And don’t say you didn’t, because it’s obvious you did.” He laughed softly, and it was impossible not to notice how nice it sounded when it was just for me. “Cheated? Gloss, it’s called charm. It’s a skill.”

"You know, we didn't have any communication for ten years, she changed so much." "She's amazing," he whispered. "That woman is simply incredible. I don't have a clue on why she fell for someone like me." In my case, I don't either. "Really? Strange," she mused. "You have the face, the money, the biceps," Megan snorted. "But you know what makes you more admirable?" "Your character, Cheeto." She continued. "As if." "Hey, I'm serious here!" Megan took two spoons and gave one to the guy. "That's what I like about you, Hotshot."

“There’s only one type of man I admire: those who don’t threaten others, don’t play dirty tricks, and charm others with their charisma alone.” “How can a man who got his insurance money by faking his death have any sort of charisma?” Carol’s heart clenched in pain when Titus exposed her. “Adam was in a vegetative state. I’m the one who decided to lie to get the insurance money.” “You’re still so stubborn!” Titus was about to lose his patience. “Alright, since you think Adam has no charisma, what about you? You’ve been threatening me, doing everything to force Abner Corporation into bankruptcy, and using my friends and family against me. These are your usual methods to gain what you want.”

Jethro drawled, placing his hands against the wall behind me and trapping me within. We were so close I could smell him. God, the things this guy said! "That didn’t cross my mind, even in passing," I replied. Honestly, did he think a woman hellbent on seducing him would run away from him? His expression darkened. "Are you telling me I lack charisma?" What kind of answer was he looking for? If I said yes, he would blow up, wouldn't he? "I really wasn't—" He silenced me with a kiss.

“A charmer’s magic works deep. It warps the senses. Makes your body crave what your soul would never allow.” “Oh, goddess,” I sobbed. “What do we do?” “We stay close to me,” Edric said, his voice telling of a foreboding. “A charmer doesn’t charm for fun. Like an incubus, she latches on. Until she achieves her aim, she wouldn’t let up.” As I gathered myself in his arms, I heard her voice in my head. ‘I’ll be back, sexy,’

"Charm? Since when did you become conceited?" He chuckled and rested his head on her shoulder. "It's not conceit. It's proven and tested that you really aren't attracted to my charm." She glanced at Danrick, feeling like there was a deeper meaning behind his words. "What do you mean by 'proven and tested?" He just shrugged.

A naughty smile on Cruz's lips, making Charvie begin thinking which 'boredom' would she help to kill in his house,and how he knew what she was thinking earlier. "You shouldn't have choosing a wife like me in the first place, because I don't know the definition of 'fun'." Charvie said. "Staring at your face all day is a boredom killer already." Cruz said, and Charvie took it in the wrong way. 'Was he insinuating that she looked like a clown?'

He grabbed my fist as he pulled me closer to him, hugging me tighter. "Asshole," I whispered sarcastically. "Do I look like someone who kills?" I stared on his sandbar eyes. It was hella captivating. He was like a predator that could easily catch his prey. "Might be." I shrugged. "Serial killers are charismatic." "I'm charismatic, huh." He smirked as he wiped his thumb on my lips. I gulped, my throat felt dry. "As if it's your first time getting that word." "It's the first time I heard it from you. It sounded a lot better from your voice."