Charmed 9 Novels & Stories

Charlene pouted as I was about to shut the door. "Oh? Who’s the charmer in that one?" I asked curiously. "Declan of House Storm. He is perfect, cocky and mocking, yet charming." Charlene sighed dreamily. "Ah, His Caged Princess." I smiled before shutting the door and walking down the hall, unable to stop the shiver that ran through me. Goddess! It was freezing out here.

Chapter 1679 “Really? You don’t worry about me at all?” Charlie couldn’t accept the fact and asked her again, “Are you sure about this?” “You are really annoying!” Grace said directly, but she still avoided answering his question. At this moment, her phone rang and it was a call from Sherman. She went out of the ward and answered the phone. Sherman’s voice came from the other end of the line. “I heard that Charlie followed you to France. Really?”

He looked over at Brian who gave him a thumbs up. Don Romero hung up immediately and then Noah sighed. “You got the location?” “Yes sir,” Brian nodded, “and it's not very far from here.” …. “No honey, please put down the knife.” Charlene said to Harry, trying to focus on the eggs she was frying. “But I want to help.” Harry whined. “I know baby but you might hurt yourself, okay?” She cooed and he dropped the knife before running into the living room. A few minutes later, he returned with her ringing phone and handed it to her. It was general Marcel. Charlene wondered why he was calling her. Did anything happen? She answered it anyway.

He declared. “Take-out Number 38! Take-out Number 38! Please, take your order here at the counter.” Valencia stared down at the piece of paper in her hand and confirmed that it was her number being called, she elevated on her seat to take her order when she saw Dion staring at her with a frown across the room

If I want a Latin honor, I should watch my grades. I tried my very best not to get it in my head so much. Just like how our professor started our lessons right after she distributed the blue books, I should move forward. "You got a good grade?" Sean whispered. "1.5," I replied. "Well, I guess that's already the highest grade I've heard. The rest got 2 and so on," Sean murmured. "I was told that prof doesn't really give 1 on her classes, so I guess you almost aced the exam?"

The paper slipped from his fingers and scattered across the floor. The contract clearly stated: Zoey had been given 99 chances. If he chose her even once, she’d be allowed to stay and marry him. If not—she’d be forced to leave the country and never return. And he… He had chosen Claire. Every. Single. Time. He had ignored Zoey. Let her get hurt. Rejected her. Again and again. What the hell had he done? Adrian leaned against the wall, stunned, unable to breathe. Linda finally spoke.

# Meanwhile, at Tenet… When Charlie saw the trailer and the netizens’ comments, he harrumphed and said, “Hmph! He has done well this time. I'll give him a 90.” His assistant was stunned. “Only 90? Don’t you think he deserves a higher score?” Charlie crossed his arms in front of his chest and said, “Considering his previous acting skills, I’d only give him a score of 75 if it were in the past. I’m already very kind enough to give him a score of 90. He might get arrogant if I give him a higher score.”