Charmed 9 Novels & Stories

Everything was set for the big day, but I was nowhere to be seen, and my phone was out of reach. "Seth, why hasn't Nevaeh shown up yet?" "Do you think she discovered something and decided not to come?" Seth was frantically redialing my number. "No way! We just talked this morning. Maybe she's caught in traffic." Out of nowhere, someone rushed over to Seth with a phone in hand. "Seth, check out the woman marrying your uncle. She looks a lot like Nevaeh..."

It wasn't expensive, but it was thoughtful—a necklace in a style I liked. I forced a smile, but my chest ached. In our marriage, kindness was rare; small gestures always seemed to foreshadow deeper hurt. That night, I couldn't sleep. Secretly, I checked his phone. Pinned at the top was his first love, Carla Davidson. Carla: [I'm coming back to the country.] Just one sentence, yet it sentenced our ninth marriage to death. I opened another message—a conversation between Jake and a friend. [Alison is really great. Don't leave this time. Weren't you going to forget Carla?]

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

“You sound,” he whispered against her hair, his lips brushing the crown of her head, “like someone who misses me.” A soft, almost imperceptible laugh escaped her, but the way she clung to his shirt betrayed the truth she didn’t say aloud. “Has my deadly charm worked on you yet?” Arnav’s voice was a low, teasing murmur against her ear, laced with that effortless warmth that always made her chest flutter. “Not really,” Raellyn retorted, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “You should at least try to maintain some dignity, you know.”

Louis gave a subtle nod, letting the moment linger just enough to amuse without overplaying it. As the charity ball drew to a close, guests began gathering their things, exchanging farewells and congratulations. Cassandra prepared to leave with Hayden and the Sterling Heights staff, moving gracefully through the clusters of guests. But Hayden’s phone rang, and he stepped aside to answer, leaving Cassandra momentarily on her own. Before she could decide what to do, Dimitri appeared beside her. “I will give you a ride,” he offered, calm and measured, his presence commanding yet unobtrusive.

Third-Person POV When Theo returned to the house, Rebecca was already waiting for him in the living room. "Rebecca, where did you go? I waited for you at the hospital for hours." Rebecca said nothing. She just stared at him coldly. Theo's confidence faltered. He pressed his lips together nervously. "Rebecca, what's wrong?" Rebecca gestured to her assistant, Taylor Sern, standing nearby. "You tell him." "Mr. Bardot, how could you set me up like this? Ms. Walsh never gave me that order, but you made me dig up Mr. Shaw Senior's grave. That's completely out of line!"

"Show me what got you so shaken up." Nabila took a deep breath to calm herself down. In a state of trembling, she took out her cell phone and showed a photo to Juliana. The photo looks pretty clear even though her hands are still shaking. Juliana looked at the photo with disbelief growing in her heart. Juliana's eyes widened and her lips pressed together when she saw the picture. In the photo, you can clearly see Wira leaning on one leg while inserting a ring on Talita's ring finger, who seems to be smiling broadly. The two of them stood on the beach with the lights illuminating the atmosphere.

Everyone in South City knew that Stella Wallace and Julian Quinn were famous for never getting along. As Julian’s fiancee in name only, Stella had laid out three rules. He was not allowed to go street racing. He was not allowed to stay out all night. Above all, he was not allowed to go see his crush, Yara Xenford. Julian deliberately went against her. He would either race along every inch of South City’s mountain roads or spend the entire night drinking at a private club until he could barely stand. On Stella’s birthday, he even purposely kissed Yara under a sky full of fireworks. He made a complete fool of Stella in front of everyone. Everyone was waiting for the drama to begin. They

Oh God. “Takoda doesn’t really date,” Charity continued, taking a slow drink from her plastic water bottle. “Girls usually just...” Another tiny, knowing smile touched her lips. “Orbit.” Harmony made a soft, choking sound beside me, burying her face in her hands. I stared down into my cider cup, my cheeks burning with heat. “That’s horrifying.” “It’s true, though.” Charity shrugged lightly, looking back at the roaring flames. “Most girls around here have had a massive thing for him since high school.”

I had no idea what she was after, but the man up front was clearly antagonizing me. “Nine,” I said. Charlie gave me a sly smile, but held her bid card against her chest, nibbling her lower lip, contemplating her next move. I leaned in close, whispering hotly in her ear. “Is that all you’ve got for me, Love?” Her eyes blazed but she waved her card as if admitting surrender.