Charisma Synonym Novels & Stories

"Liking a man who doesn't like you, even when you are this amazing, young lady Chocolate, is indeed dumb. However, what about the other girls who aren't as amazing as you? If they pursue the same guy, should we also call them dumb? Just dumb?" As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said, then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot, and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Chocolate and the other girls.

“You said Gamma? You actually seem rather young for that title.” I coughed. “Well, what can I say? The Alpha saw potential.” She tilted her head, studying me. “And what potential is that?” “Charm,” I said before I could stop myself. That made her laugh in a light and musical way, the kind that makes a man want to hear it again just to be sure it’s real. “Charm?” she repeated. “That’s a dangerous weapon.” “I prefer to call it a talent.” “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “And what exactly do you plan to do with that talent, Gamma Ben?”

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

I hate the way my heart tries to crawl out of my throat whenever he’s near. Love, am I right? The world’s most beautiful, debilitating curse. Because Charlie? Charlie is a flirt. No, he’s THE Flirt. Capital F. It’s his native language. He charms the barista, the CEO, the old lady who lives down the hall. And with women he’s interested in? He’s a goddamn symphony of attention. He listens, he laughs, he makes them feel like the only person in the room. But it’s a firework. Bright, breathtaking, and over in a flash.

3 Charm: 8.9 Special Abilities Half Immortal (High) Skills Silver Tongue (High) Entertainer (High) Etiquette (High) Bone Restoration (High) Positive Mentality (High) Worm Gourmet (High) Special Traits Historian Friendly Nature Cursed of Immortality Depression

She swallowed hard, and for a moment, she looked a bit confused. — But there's something I don't understand, why do I smell like caramel? — Human faith has its stages, the smell of caramel starts in childhood, changes as you grow, so do angels know what kind of faith you have? But demons can also feel, because of this, they know who is most susceptible to them — I understand, well... now I'm going to sleep, Logan. I want to get to college early, so I can lock it up as quickly as possible.

“Close enough.” I took a slow, grounding sip of my warm cider before answering carefully. “I think I’m missing some major historical context here.” “Oh, definitely.” Charity tucked a stray strand of hair behind one ear before leaning her weight lightly against the wooden folding table beside us. “Takoda’s always been...” She paused briefly, her eyes scanning the dark as she searched for the right word. “Complicated around girls.” Harmony muttered beneath her breath, her eyes rolling toward the sky, “That’s certainly one word for it.”

"You are aware that Charry does not despise you, right'?" It's Charry. She has been known as Charity ever since she was able to communicate verbally. Her only ability to pronounce it was that. The fact that she continues to do so reveals to me the extent to which she continues to lust after him. And the fact that she is still a little child. My response is, "I am not aware of that." Marie jerks her head in assent. "You are saying that Dion and Charry are the same? I can't believe you saying that."

The man sure knew how to break down a girl's defenses against heartbreak. What would she do if­when­this came to an end? Part of her feared he'd wake from this wondrous dream and go looking for a woman more his style. A woman like Shana, all quiet elegance, rich, educated, his age. Felicity couldn't offer him any of those things. She was just a kid. Hadn't he said that more than once? She certainly felt young, like there were things she couldn't understand simply because she was younger. It was stupid to feel that way, she knew it, but it didn't stop her from feeling like she was inadequate.

There was an undeniable magnetism to him, an aura that drew others near, and Amelia found herself inexplicably drawn to his orbit. She watched as he engaged in conversations, his charisma evident in the way he effortlessly captivated those around him. His voice, deep and resonant, carried with it a natural authority that commanded attention. There was a twinkle in his eyes as he interacted with others, a warmth and sincerity that belied the strength of his alpha nature.