Charmed 9 Novels & Stories

When the storm finally gave up, I lit match number ninety-nine. The last love letter. Gone in flames. That sweet-eyed boy flickered in my mind— "Mary, this is letter ninety-nine. Be with me forever?" Now, all ninety-nine were ash. Gone. Time to leave. *** Back at the mansion, I packed like a ghost. Brian's laptop glowed on his desk—message thread open, blinking. [Alpha, is it true you're getting with Louise? But she wants you to sever the mate bond with Mary?] [Don't be dumb. Louise is fine as a side thing, but Mary's been yours since you were pups—she's your Luna.]

he mumbled, almost forgetting to say "Pretty please." He glanced at the name tag placed on the man at the counter and looked away. How familiar. "That will be $9.45.00, sir." He slammed a hundred dollar bill and sneered at the guy's handsome, glowing face. "Keep the change, Damien." "Oh, first name basis already?" Damien laughed, showing his perfect set of teeth to the bored Aster. "Nah, I wouldn't wanna even have a heartbreaker as an acquaintance." The smile etched on his face instantly vanished. It lasted for a mere second before his smile went back. "Come again?"

she muttered, loud enough for him to hear her. He kept walking towards her and when he eventually got to her, he placed his hands at both sides of the couch, locking her in-between. He leaned close and that made her breathing hitched. "Fine then, let's date for ninety nine days and I would see if you would say these words to me."

I knew she would be in there for at least two more minutes, and the sound of the running tap was going to work in my favour. Two minutes was enough. Her bag was on the chair by the window. It was cracked at the corners, the strap worn thin where she'd carried it. I unzipped it slowly so the teeth wouldn't hook and brgan to ruminage through the content. First, there was a lipstick, then a folded receipt, half a sleeve of crackers, and as my hand reached the bottom, I felt something hard. I pulled it out. In my hands was a burner phone. It had a cracked screen and looked worn out.

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

Damien smile before hearing the Dingdong sound of the elevator opening "Nice meeting you miss Charlotte" Arrya said smiling knowing she have spoil anything going on in the lady head. Damien nod at her before pushing Arrya out. Charlotte watch the couples as they walk away from her. she came out of the elevator as she put on her big sun glasses to hide her teary eyes. she can't deny, the man is handsome and she have made her mind she want him and no one will stop her, she is Charlotte McNair, what she want is what she will get. Charlotte went to where her black Bentley was, after settling down on the driver sit, she call a number..

Marilou nodded as she quickly got dressed and fluffed up her hair in the mirror before opening the door. “Where’s Uncle Carl?” Charley asked. “He just went to take a shower. Let’s go to our room and give him some privacy,” she urged, quickly getting them out the door. “Were you and Uncle Carl kissing?” Charity asked. The little girl loved the romance of Disney movies and dreamed of kissing her prince one day. “A little,” Marilou answered, blushing. Charity smiled and took her hand as they walked.

“Oh no! The room is a disaster!” Both girls jumped to their feet. Charlene grabbed ReNew’s hand, eyes glowing with resolve. “My room,” she whispered. In a blink, the chaos vanished. In its place stood her bedroom—restored just like it had been on Earth. Warm, nostalgic, and filled with ‘90s charm. ReNew blinked. “We are—” Charlene cut her off. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I want him to meet you.” “You sure?” “Of course.”

"Carry her like a princess! Lock them in the dark room—don't come out for an hour! Hope you two finally make your dream come true!" Then some random girl chimed in, all snarky: "Who's 1874? Some insurance guy? Ugh, hang up." Click. End of call. Pain punched me in the chest. She saved me as '1874'—just the last four digits of my number. Meanwhile, my phone screen still flashed "Sweetheart." God, what a joke. I had work to finish, thought about staying late—but I couldn't focus. So I headed home.