Charmed 9 Novels & Stories

After that, he said, “Where is Charli? Bring her to me.” He sat in front of the table, and soon, Charlene appeared from the door. She was handcuffed and had lost her arrogance. Her face was bloodless, her lips parched, and she looked dejected like a frosted eggplant. When she saw Brendan, her eyes lit up with happiness as she pounced on him. “Brendan! Brendan! You’re finally here! I knew you wouldn’t forget about me. Hurry up and get me out of here. This isn’t a place for humans to stay. It’s disgusting!”

If he listened to Waverly, the situation would only worsen. Although he was at the verge of breaking, he had to hold on. At that moment… Ring! The phone on the table let out an urgent warning tone. After a moment, his phone screen went black and started playing a slideshow of photos after photos. There was a photo of Charmine and Guy going into the Cherny mansion together; Charmine disguised as Charlie; Charlie opening the sword box with Dior; Guy getting cut while trying to protect Charlie.

Richard changed the room's air conditioner before walking out. Charlene didn't understand why he was being nice to her, yesterday he was mad at her and today he was being nice. She found him strange. She laid down still in the bed while contemplating, she groaned silently and took her lips in to hold back the groan that was about to escape her mouth.

“We’ve already decided.” My pulse kicked up for no reason. Armani’s eyes found mine across the crowded hall. Not a glance. A lock. That slow, knowing smirk tugged at his mouth again, the one that always made me feel like he could see straight through my ribs to the scared, angry thing hiding underneath. Please don’t be me. Please don’t be me. “Number 90,” Lucas said. Relief hit me so hard I almost swayed. Not me. Thank God. But Serial frowned. “Martha—number 90—is dead.”

When we made it to my office, I sat down, pointing at the chair in front of my desk. “There are rules! Charlene is a wonderful woman. She is not like us. She does not go to war. She does not kill people. She does not put people down. She is a nurturer. Ever since I saved her from an attack outside of my city, she has been here to take care of the children whose parents were killed following my orders. If she is your mate, you are to make sure that she stays happy. You are to treat her like the queen she is. Do you understand me?”

It was a photo of him in his hospital bed, holding the tiramisu. The caption read: “Thanks, Annie. This is the best comfort dessert ever.” Underneath it, Annie had left a smiley face. I shoved my phone into my pocket, heart hollow. It had been ninety-nine times or maybe more than that. However, whatever the number was, it was time to let go.

Damien crumpled to the floor, blood trickling from his lip. He didn't fight back. He just stayed on his knees, looking up at me. "Elara, tell them!" His voice was pleading. "Tell them you love me! Tell them you don't want to marry him!" I stared down at the man on the floor. The king of Chicago's underworld. Now, just a dog on his knees. "Who are you to me?" I asked. My voice was so calm it surprised even me. Damien stared, confused. "Are you my husband?" I held up my left hand. The Moretti diamond glittered in the light. "Did you ever promise me anything? Did you ever protect me?"

SOMEWHERE IN SALADO “Yes! It's working, it is all working perfectly.” Charles cheered as he poured himself another glass of wine, he gulped it and did a happy dance. “We haven't even done anything yet, why are you celebrating?” The lady next to him scoffed as she also poured herself a glass of wine. “Come on, it is meant to be celebrated! It's not easy taking a whole Damien Robbin down.” “We haven't even taken him down yet, it takes a lot to do that.”

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.

“There’s a charity, let’s do dinner at La Belleville. It's a popular and public restaurant, we will be visible and paparazzi will eat it up.” “Another performance?” I asked, sipping my own coffee. “After last night?” He met my eyes. “Especially after last night, Caleb is pushing. That message... we counter it by looking unbreakable.” “Fine, let's make it solid.” His lips twitched in amusement. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Later that evening, as I finished getting ready in my room, he knocked. I opened the door in a sleek black dress that hugged my figure boldly.