Charm Novels & Stories

I look at faces, trying to determine if I recognize any of them, but I don’t. Until my eyes land on the striking face of a man just a few years older than me, with piercing blue eyes and dark hair. I recognize him immediately and have to look away. Braxton Merriweather, the Chief Executive Officer of Jeff’s company, one of the richest men in the world and the most eligible bachelor in our city, which is saying something. My face turns red just looking at him, he’s so handsome. To think, he had been looking at me! Of course, that’s probably because I am lost and look it.

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

For a reason she couldn't understand, her skin tingled and a tiny moan escaped her lips Chal moved the shoulder of the robe down and made sure to keep as much of her covered as possible. The scar wasn't large but it was prominent on her smooth skin, a welted mark that he made out to be a large D with another D off the side. "Donnie's last name?" "Darcy." He made a mental note, and his finger touched the ugly scar. Then he did something that surprised both of them, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the mark. "It's not ugly, Bliss Nothing on you could be ugly."

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

Damien groaned deeply and followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot, thick spurts of cum. He kept grinding slowly, pushing every drop deep while the scent of rose, sex, and his release filled the air. Only when the last tremor faded did he carefully untie the ribbons, catching me as I sagged against him. He held me close, one hand stroking my back while the other rested possessively on my lower belly. “The Rose & Thorn blend is a success,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my damp temple. “Tomorrow we test the Midnight Orchid — a fertility-focused formula. Wear nothing but a coat. The trials are only getting more demanding.”

Georgia headed for the bathroom to prepare for his return. * * * * * Chrissie did all of Darcy's work. From the first small Celtic design on his shoulder to the mural of skulls, vines and symbols that now decorated both arms entirely. Her own body was a tapestry of color, piercings adorned her face. Her hair was dyed a vivid red. "Are you sure about this?" Darcy enthusiastically nodded his assurance. "Never more so." "I don't have to tell you, it's gonna hurt!" She warned. "It's worth it." "Ok, get yourself ready." Darcy took out his phone and opened the photo he had taken of his mother in the kitchen as she bent over. Her long legs, her denim skirt riding up over her ass. He zoomed the phot

My cousin made me feel that I was not alone, that even though he was far away, he would be there for me, and that if I returned to the UK, he would be waiting for me with open arms. More relieved, I went for a walk in the garden. The flowers had beautiful colors and the scent they released helped me forget the main blower scent of my mate. I'll never be able to eat orange or chocolate again because the smell makes my cock throb and my mind fills with erotic images, with him as the protagonist. As if on purpose, the smell of oranges and lemons mixed with chocolate invades my nostrils, and when I look up, he is sitting on a bench drinking what looks like coffee, with his eyes fixed on me.

Dante Moretti. Victor’s most ruthless rival. She had heard the name whispered in fearful voices around the estate, but now, seeing him up close, she understood why. He was nothing like Victor. Where Victor’s dominance was controlled and suffocating, Dante exuded something more sinister…. chaotic and cruel. He was tall and lean, his dark suit perfectly fitted, but his presence alone made the room feel smaller. His jet-black hair was slicked back, exposing a sharp jawline and piercing green eyes that held a sick kind of amusement.

Each strike Luna delivered lit the hall in silver light, each counter from Morrakai darkened the space like the void itself. But Morrakai was strong. Older. Cunning. "You can't win!" she hissed. "Your heart makes you weak!" Luna smiled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "No. It makes me unstoppable." She summoned everything—lightning, wind, fury—and struck Morrakai square in the chest, driving her back onto the throne of bones. The stone cracked, the hall shaking as if the mountain itself groaned. Morrakai gasped, shadows flickering around her, weakening.