Charm Lines Novels & Stories

He shook his head and looked away. Ever since Germany, he’d been exhibiting strange attitudes. He’d become colder than usual. She looked away from him and kept her eyes on the road. Suddenly a weird motion came from the car—as if it was being dragged back by the wind—that forced Charles to make a stop. Everyone was alarmed, but Charlie assured it must be the weather and nothing serious. She chose to ease her mind. It was a car from the country’s leading brand—Rafluxe… from GRM. Imperfection wasn’t known to them.

“What are you barking on about, you adopted kid? This is a limited edition Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, priced over forty million with only twenty available worldwide. It’s a blessing for you to even see it!” “Exactly! Why don’t you bring a better car than Tiffany’s if you have it? All you do is brag. Disgusting!” The comments were ugly to the ears. Charmine frowned contempt, unable to formulate a proper comeback. The ladies cackled at Charmine, under the impression that the frown on Charmine’s face was because her whistle was blown. “Look at her face! She can’t bring out any! What a bragger!” “Hah! Seems like her whistle is blown! She deserves this!”

"His wheelchair takes up a lot of space. Besides, you have a foul smell over you. He won't like it." "Nonsense! I don't smell!" Charmaine retorted. Still, she lowered her head to sniff herself despite the anger. She wondered if she had a foul smell over her. While Charmaine had her head lowered, Larissa seized the chance to hop into the car and locked the car doors.

She was dressed all in black, and she looked like she could be a model. This woman was wearing a mask, so her entire face was completely invisible and Amelia didn't recognize the woman either. "You have the perfume?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded and handed it over. The woman took it and held it up to the light, examining it carefully. "This is a very special perfume," she said. "It's called 'Stimulating.' It has a very powerful effect on people. It makes them feel more confident, more attractive, and more willing to take risks."

Remona stormed off from the room in anger, she climbed down the stairs in a hurry. She was extremely angered and frustrated, she knew he wasn't as simple as he looked. The wicked and cold auras she had felt from him left her with a warning, she refused to take his car so she waited for her shadow guards to bring a car for her. Soon a black limousine drove and parked in front of her, a tall and bulky young man climbed off bowing his head before opening the door for her to get into the car. Remona eagerly got into the car, "take to the mansion, I need to see dad." Remona muttered and the guard responded with a nod.

We got back in our car and started back. “I heard one of the DNR fellas say they got all those rabid strays that got loose. You think they maybe missed one?” “Maybe.” “Do you think anybody was really in her house?” At a red light, I looked out at rows and rows of next year’s models lined up at Gernes Dodge Ram and Chrysler. Windows painted in Day-Glo colors. “We Won’t Be Undersold!” “Financing Available.” I stared at the last one for a long time until Mills reached out and touched my shoulder. “Sarge? Dave? You okay?”

Seeing my confusion, malice flickered in Kimmy’s eyes. “Oh, drop the act, Lisa! You’ve looked down on me since day one. You’ve got skills, sure, but you’ve always thought I only got this job because I brought in good luck. That takes work, too, you know. And since you wouldn’t let me lower the tolerance, I adjusted the strength ratings instead. The bolts marked 4.8, 8.8, 12.8? I bumped them up to 5, 9, and 13. That should shut you up, shouldn’t it?” I was genuinely stunned.

Clearing his throat, he turned to his bodyguards and instructed, “I need you to find someone I met at the club yesterday. I can’t remember anything about him. Name, features. Nothing. Just see if you can find anything about him.” “We’ll do our best, boss. But without details, it’s going to take some time. You don’t recall any of his features? Or anything that can help narrow it down?” Luca asked politely. With no clear details, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Antonio narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall everything that happened last night. He recalled how he had shoved his fingers into the champ’s hair. “Brown..” He spat out. “He has brown hair. He’s tall, slender and smells o